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In a sunlit kitchen nestled in a warm house on the edge of Ede, three little white mice—Tilly, Pip, and Sprig—peeked out from behind the breadbox. The air smelled of cinnamon and toast, and the countertop gleamed under the afternoon light. But none of that mattered. What mattered was the glorious, golden chunk of Gouda perched just out of reach.
Tilly, the boldest, twitched her nose and whispered, “We go on three.”
Pip adjusted the tiny thread he'd tied around a spoon handle, part of their elaborate pulley system. Sprig, the smallest but cleverest, had drawn a chalk map on the tile floor, complete with escape routes and cheese angles.
But none of them noticed the quiet observer.
Perched on the windowsill, half-lidded eyes watching with feline amusement, sat Marnie—the grey cat of the house. She didn’t move. She didn’t blink. She simply watched, tail flicking lazily, as the mice launched their mission.
Tilly scrambled up the broom handle, Pip tugged the thread, and Sprig balanced on a sponge to give the final push. The cheese wobbled. It teetered. It fell—plop!—right onto a folded dish towel.
The mice squeaked in triumph, high-fiving with tiny paws. But just as they began to drag their prize toward the cupboard gap, a soft thump echoed behind them.
Marnie had landed silently on the floor.
The mice froze.
Then, to their surprise, Marnie simply sat, blinked once, and gave a slow, deliberate yawn. She padded over, sniffed the cheese, and—without a word—nudged it gently toward them with her paw.
Tilly blinked. “Is this... a truce?”
Marnie turned and leapt back onto the windowsill, curling into a nap as the mice scurried off with their treasure.
And from that day on, the mice always left a tiny crumb of Gouda on the windowsill—just in case their silent ally was watching.

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