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Willie Mouse had often heard his Ma and Pa say that the moon was madeof green cheese, and one evening he thought he would see if he couldfind it.
He packed up a piece of cheese and a crust of bread, and, taking hislantern, set out on his travels.


He had not gone far when he met his friend, Mr. Woodmouse, who askedhim where he was going.
“Oh!” said Willie, “I'm going to find the moon; it's made of greencheese, you know.”
“I don't believe it's made of green cheese at all,” said Mr.Woodmouse, but Willie wouldn't listen to him and went on his way.

Coming round by Clover Green whom should he meet but Miss Jenny Wren,looking very gay in her yellow bonnet.
“Where are you off to?” she asked.
“I'm on my way to find the moon.”
“The moon!” cried Miss Wren, “you'll never reach it.”

“I flew ever so high one evening and I didn't seem to get any nearer.”
“Well,” said Willie, “why should it be made of green cheese if youcan't reach it?” And on he went.

Presently he came up to a wood, and looking up he saw Mr. Squirreljumping from branch to branch.
“Good afternoon,” he said.
“You do seem high up. Surely you can tell me the way to the moon. It'smade of green cheese, you know.”


“I don't think it