Flora was a little girl who loved blueberries. She had a whole basket, plump and juicy, picked fresh from her grandma’s garden. She was just settling down with a book when she heard a tiny squeak. A little mouse, no bigger than her thumb, was peeking out from under the sofa!
The mouse looked at Flora’s blueberries with wide, hopeful eyes. Flora, being a very kind girl, offered him one. The mouse nibbled it happily, his whiskers twitching. “Thank you!” squeaked the mouse. “That was delicious! But now, I’m a little thirsty. If you give a mouse a blueberry, he’s going to want a little bit of water.”
Flora giggled and fetched a tiny bottle cap filled with water. The mouse took a long, refreshing drink. “Ahhh, perfect!” he said. “Now, my fur is a bit messy. If you give a mouse water, he’s going to want to comb his fur.”
Flora found a small, soft brush and gently combed the mouse’s fur. He preened and puffed out his chest. “Much better!” he exclaimed. “But now I need a little mirror to make sure it’s *really* perfect. If you give a mouse a comb, he’s going to want a mirror.”
Flora found a shiny button and held it up for the mouse. He admired his reflection. “Excellent!” he declared. “But looking at myself makes me think of my friends! If you give a mouse a mirror, he’s going to want to invite his friends over for a blueberry party!”
Flora smiled. A blueberry party sounded lovely! She helped the mouse gather tiny leaves for plates and flower petals for cups. Soon, little mice were scurrying from every corner of the room, all eager for a blueberry treat. Flora shared her blueberries with everyone, and they all had a wonderful time.
After the party, the mice helped Flora tidy up. They carried crumbs and arranged the leaves neatly. “If you give a mouse a party,” said one little mouse, “he’s going to want to help clean up!”
Flora felt warm and happy. Sharing her blueberries hadn’t just made the mice happy; it had made *her* happy too. She realized that helping others and being kind was the best feeling in the world. The little mouse, snuggled up near her hand, yawned. “If you give a mouse a blueberry… and a friend… and a party… he’s going to want a cozy place to sleep.”
Flora carefully made a little bed for the mouse out of soft cotton wool. She tucked him in, and he closed his eyes. “Thank you, Flora,” he whispered. “You’re the kindest girl in the world.” Flora smiled, feeling sleepy herself. She knew that even the smallest act of kindness could make a big difference. She closed her book, turned off the light, and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of blueberries and happy little mice.