The fittest of fit mice climbed to the top of the cabinets and declared "I am the master of all my life and all my domain! This kitchen and all of its contents now belong to me!"
He spied the cheese out of the corner of his eye. Eager to reap the benefits of his new view on life, he sauntered over and plucked the cheese off the floor.
Quietly, the portliest of portly mice you have ever seen lumbered from his hole. A twinkle in his eye he spotted the cheese laying upon the bare floor. He picked it up and scurried back to his hiding place.
The fittest of fit mice was now the deadest of dead mice. The mousetrap had sprung to work and the portliest of portly mice dined again, having smartly mastered the human device.
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