A Small Mouse Captures a Heart

by Housewife4Palestine

When I was about seven or eight years old my favorite book was called, “ The Mouse and the Motorcycle,” by Beverly Cleary who came from the State of Oregon; in the United States. I use to read and reread her book countless times and each and every time I use to have a very nice warm feeling after reading this little book of about hundred and fifty eight pages.

I told myself once when I was grown-up I wanted to find this same book to understand really why I liked it from an adult perspective. As it is quite number years later, I stumbled across the book by accident actually wondering around the bookstore yesterday. Sometime I like going to the children section to see what is on the shelves for children to read.

Seems these days the classic are still there, like Curious George and Winnie the Pooh. Funny thing leaning against a book shelve with my elbow, what did my elbow hit, “The Mouse and the Motorcycle.”

Standing their in the children’s department I got to reading again this nice little book and I was like visiting a very old friend.

What got me embarrassed a little is a nice lady clerk came by as I was reading and asked if she could help me. I actually showed her the cover of the book and explained what I was actually doing with cheeks I was sure was as pink as they could be.

She said she seen nothing wrong with reading a children’s book and that actually it was an excellent book, so their I was standing in the children’s department relieving a piece of my childhood. I must say one of the more happier times.

Well I decided after what see4med a little time because I was so engrossed in this book I was sure I loss track of time and it seemed like I had been standing their for ever reading about a little mouse named Ralph riding around on a little shiny motorcycle.

I went and got a Mocha cappuccino which I do have to admit is my favorite. The lady making the drink for me said she had not seemed me for a little time and actually missed seeing me and how was my husband doing. My husband works long hours and even at this time my beloved husband was at work.

As I mentioned in a previous article, I went outside to a sidewalk table and I will have to admit now and again I thumbed through this little children’s book.

When I got home at is was getting close to bedtime I found myself engrossed once again about this little mouse living in a seedy hotel in California. In fact I couldn’t sleep I was enjoying myself so much. I set up with a cup of coffee until early hours in the morning reading, smiling and even at times laughing over the beauty of this simple story.

When this last word came, I have to admit I didn’t wish this enjoyable story to end.

With a sigh and happiness in my heart, I climbed into bed and had the most wonderful dreams. Even now, I find a kind of giggle inside over reading a children’s book about a boy, a mouse and a motorcycle.