George strode on, singing to himself,
“My tie is a scarf for a cold giraffe,
My shirt’s on a boat as a sail for a goat,
But look me up an down-
I’m the smartest giant in town!”
George came to a tiny ruined house.
Beside the house stood a white mouse with lots of baby mice. They were all squeaking.
“What’s the matter?” asked George.
“It’s out house,”
Squeaked the mother mouse.
“It burned down, and now we have nowhere to live.
“I wish we had a nice new house!”
“Cheer up!” said George, and he took off one of his shiny shoes.
“It was giving me blisters anyway,” he said, as the mouse ad her babies scrambled inside.
The shoe made a perfect home for them.
“Thank you!” the squeaked.
George had to hop along the road now, but he didn’t mind.
As he hoppend, he sag to himself,
“My tie is a scarf for a cold giraffe,
My shirt’s on a boat as a sail for a goat,
My shoe is a house for a little white mouse,
But look me up and down-
I’m the smartest giant in town.”
（待續。。）
