Entering the parliament, you are atounded by what you see– a whole bevvy of mice debating!
Seated in row after row of thimbles which acted as their seats, you see bark from trees act as their little mices desks. Each mouse was as cute as could be and dressed in whatever scraps of cloth they could find around the home they called home, they differentiated themselves from the larger mouse population by dressing their bodies in colorful or patterned trash. It seems that even here, among mice, does class rule.
As you walked into the parliament, the mice were busy discussing an important matter.
[Interpersonal: go and talk with another person about the book. Try and sell them on reading it and what you have found unique about the text or what you find difficult about the text. Record your experience, briefly, in your journal and below.]