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Hello, Cosmos Crow here. I would like to tell you a story that takes place at one of my favorite hangouts, the Miller’s farm. It is a great place for me to hang out because there is plenty of food and good company. There is the usual assortment of farm animals, cows and pigs and the such as well as all us wild animals.
Among my favorite group of animals is a colony of mice that live in the barn. I would fly into the barn and visit for hours and hours. They have an active community, with stores, schools and various types of entertainment.
By all accounts, the mice have a pretty good life, even if they do have to occasionally deal with the farm’s troublesome cat. It was a big cat and it did not always act nice, especially when disturbed from a nap.
This story is about one particular mouse with the peculiar nickname of Mousy. Although Mousy was as smart and cute as the other mice her age, she was frequently unhappy.
Now you know that most of us look for reasons or to other people, to explain why we are unhappy. Well, for the few weeks I stayed at the Miller’s farm I got a better understanding of why we sometimes have a “Bad Day.”
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