Mice and Pigs : A Children's Story

One day, a little mouse was about to leave to pick up her mouse sister and her sister's new mouse husband at the big airport uptown.
Her friend chicken said, "You should use my little van."
"Okay," said the little mouse. "Thank you!"
She propped her nose up on the steering wheel and stretched her little feet as far as they would go to push on the gas and slam on the brakes, as she wove and weaved through the Big City traffic.
"Great to see you sister mouse!" the little mouse's sister said.
"I like your hip clothes, and your neighborhood!" the little mouse's sister's new mouse husband said.
They went to take the little van back to the nice chicken. On the way there, the mouse's sister noticed that there was a pig driving behind them, with his red and blue lights flashing bright and shiny on the shiny spring windshields.
The pig walked up to the little mouse's window on two of his dirty hoofs and he tapped his two front hoofs on it. The little mouse nervously rolled down the window and gave the pig her driving card and a slip of paper with a bunch of numbers and official words on it.
The pig tap-tap-tap'd back to his car on his hoofs, and came back what seemed like hours later. The three mice had been shaking and shivering in a fever of fear while they waited. "You shouldn't have turned left at that stoplight, little mouse," the pig spat, dirt crusting from his nostrils and crust dirtying his eyelids.
"Okay," said the little mouse, crying. She took the yellow piece of paper that had a large amount of dollars that she owed on it. They drove away.

A week later, the little mouse invited her mouse boyfriend to come to the Big City to play in the grass with her and eat cheese with her. They played in the grass and ate cheese and smiled into the sun. Then he invited her to come up to his home six hours north of the Big City. She said yes, and she was excited to drive with him through the mountains and fields.
The little mouse's boyfriend drove for a while, and they listened to boys playing banjos and British men reading books about wizards. Then, they stopped for gasoline and bad sandwiches and the little mouse began to drive the car.
"You're good at this," said the little mouse's boyfriend, impressed.
"Thank you," the little mouse said, smiling.
They drove into the dark and passed many cars and stars and felt warm and happy.
All of a sudden, the little mouse noticed that there were familiar red and blue lights shining in her rear-view mirror. She yelled out, and her mouse boyfriend gulped loudly.
"Was I going too fast?" the little mouse asked him, and he held her hand.
Two hoofs came out of nowhere and a big snout snotted all over the little mouse's driver-side window. She rolled it down slowly, tears welling up in her little black mouse eyes.
"Do you have any idea how fast you were going little mouse?" the pig said, green drool dripping from his lips.
"Not that fast, I don't think," said the little mouse, giving him her driving card and a slip of paper with a bunch of numbers and official words on it.
When the pig clippity clapped away on his dirty hoofs, she turned to her mouse boyfriend with tears streaming down her fluffy cheeks. He tried to say nice words to her but she just cried. He kept holding her hand. She let him do that.
Soon the pig came back from his big ugly SUV and the little mouse took the yellow piece of paper that had a large amount of dollars that she owed on it.
"Not again," she sighed, sniffing the tears back into herself.
"I'll drive," said the little mouse's boyfriend.
And he did.