The little grey mouse that lived in my wall prospered for many days on nibbles of my lunch. i'd
pack a meal before bed and, while i slept, he would take small bites of my lunch, which i left on
the counter. he'd take a cracker crumble here, and a bread crumb there, but he wouldn't take too
much and he'd always clean up after himself. things were going quite well for him and i didn't
even know he existed, until he got sloppy. one night while i slept, he ate all of my chips and left
behind a big mess. when i awoke to this sight, i knew what had happened to my chips. so the
next night when he returned for another snack, he found a nice, delicious piece of
lightly balanced on a mouse trap. now i don't have to share my chips anymore.
7. what is the theme of this story?

hello!

your answer will be

abstemious.

have a goed day

now, of course, the quality and the seasonability of these winter dreams varied, but the stuff of them remained.   they persuaded dexter several years later to pass up a business course at the state university—his father, prospering now, would have paid his way—for the precarious advantage of attending an older and more famous university in the east, where he was bothered by his scanty funds. but do not get the impression, because his winter dreams happened to be concerned at first with musings on the rich, that there was anything merely snobbish in the boy. he wanted not association with glittering things and glittering people—he wanted the glittering things themselves. often he reached out for the best without knowing why he wanted it—and sometimes he ran up against the mysterious denials and prohibitions in which life indulges.

there you go thats what we are missing

sorry, i just really need points. and to this question, maybe i know the answer. but i have no time now. d