The little grey mouse that lived in my wall prospered for many days on nibbles of my lunch. I'd
pack a meal before bed and, while I slept, he would take small bites of my lunch, which I left on
the counter. He'd take a cracker crumble here, and a bread crumb there, but he wouldn't take too
much and he'd always clean up after himself. Things were going quite well for him and I didn't
even know that he existed, until he got sloppy. One night while I slept, he ate all my chips and
left a big mess. When I awoke to this site, I knew what had happened to my chips. The next
night he returned for another snack. He found a nice, delicious piece of cheese... lightly balanced
on a mousetrap. Now I don't have to share my chips anymore.
7. What is the theme of this story? _________________________________________________
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8. What happens in the story that leads you to believe this? _____________________________