"Oh,Snappy!"called Snippy.
"What is it,Snippy?"called Snappy.
"Come quick!"cried Snippy."There's another mouse here --a little girl-mouse --and everything I do,she does too."
Snappy rushed out into the long hall and now,of course,there were two little mice in the mirror.
"Let's fight 'em!"cried Snappy,and he made a dash toward the mirror.But the boy-mouse in the mirror seemed to rush at them so FIERCELY that Snippy and Snappy turned around and scurried away as fast as they could.
"I don't like those copy-cat mice at ALL,"said Snappy."Let's hurry back home."So --
They darted here and darted there,From fuzzy rug to fringy chair;
And ran with all their mousie-might From floppy mop to flowery light.
But alas!poor Snippy,and alas!poor Snappy.They couldn't find their way out.The big door was closed now,and it was getting dark too.The two fieldmice felt lost and little and lonely,and soon they were crying as though their hearts would break.
"Snuffle,Snuffle,"went Snippy.
"Sniffle,Sniffle,"went Snappy.
But suddenly Snappy perked up his nose.He stopped his,"Sniffle,Sniffle,"and gave a"Sniff!Sniff!Sniff!"instead.
"What's up?"said Snippy."Are you going to sneeze?"