Once upon a time, in the middle of a golden wheat field, there lived a tiny little mouse.
During the day, he walked in the fields with his friends, Little Piglet and Dundee the hamster. When it got dark and he was alone, he lay down on top of his little den and watched the moon and the stars.
- I wish I could live on the Moon! - he sighed - then I could eat cheese every day. I wouldn't have to go to the village to get cheese.
This was the dream of the little golden wheatfield mouse, stretching out in the evening starlight.
A cool breeze blew across the field. The golden egrets began to nod and swim together.
- We'll help you, little mouse!" the wheat eaters whispered.
The mouse jumped up in surprise.
- What? What did you say?
- We'll help you - the fishes hissed again.
- How can you help? I'm just a tiny little outsider. I can't reach the moon.
- Of course you can! of course you can! - came the reply - just trust yourself and you can do it; the wheat heads were rustling
- Tell me what to do!
- Tomorrow... tomorrow - the nodding fishes whispered in silence.
The little mouse could hardly close his eyes that night. When he fell asleep, he dreamed of his new space dress floating towards the deliciously delicious Cheese-Hold.
The next morning he told his friends what had happened that night, but they laughed at him. How could a tiny golden wheat field mouse get to the moon? Nonsense! How could wheat talk? No one had ever heard such a thing.
The poor little mouse was very sad that no one believed him. Maybe he even cried. He remembered what the fish whispered.
- If I trust myself I will succeed! I'll show them, he shouted firmly.
The night has fallen. The little mouse climbed to the top of a wheat field and admired the night sky, swaying with the nodding egrets.
After a while the cool wind that had blown this way the night before arrived again.
- "Little mouse! little mouse!" whispered the mice.
- I'm here, you golden wheat eaters! - cried the mouse.
- In three nights' time- echoed the field- there will be a fat moon, then little Mouse the Moon will send a ladder down for you and you can climb it. But be careful, for you cannot come back to the field!
Then there was silence. Only the crickets chirped busily. The mouse didn't sleep that night. He was determined to go to the moon.
The next day, and the day after, he said goodbye to his friends, who laughed at him again.
The third night came. The little mouse packed up food and a few small things. Then he put on his long-saved space suit and climbed up to the perch he had climbed three nights ago.
He waited patiently. Suddenly the crickets stopped and the cool wind rushed across the field. The egrets humming together.
- Go, little mouse! Go on!
A blinding brightness fell over the field and a silver ladder descended from the sky. The little mouse did not hesitate. He began to climb, and suddenly he was out of sight.
Night passed into night, and day into day. The little mouse did not return to the field. A pair of young piglets had moved into his den.
If you look up at the Moon, you can see more and more holes appearing on its surface.
And so it was that a tiny little golden wheatfield mouse made it to the moon, and was able to eat cheese every day.
