There was once an ambitious mouse that was unhappy with his life and tired of eating mouldy cheese.
So, he stood outside and contemplated, and meditated on the meaning of his dissatisfaction -- wondering, hoping for more.
What sort of mouse would try a different, hopefully satisfying, life path? Obviously, one with a genetic predisposition. But, this was no ordinary mouse. He began to devise a plan. This was unlike any plan he heard of before and he started to dream of establishing a dairy, specializing in premium cheese for mice.
The best laid schemes of mice sometimes actually work despite all odds.
His favorite cheese had always been Camembert, but Roquefort not bad either, especially when made with organic milk.
This ambitious mouse's name was Amilbee. He had a human friend: Joseph. Together, they set up a business called "For The Love Of Cheese", recruiting a herd of unemployed cattle to produce the milk for cheese and a host of golden etceteras.
It was a good business, then the FDA came for an audit.
Soon after his audit, the mouse's dairy was shutdown due to non-compliance.
But who would milk the cows?
Amilbee decided to look for help.
Help arrived in the form of his friend's girlfriend Josephee, who was
a graduate of Milking Maid Academy.
But her aim was off because. . .the milk buckets had been bent and were of no more use.
Setting out for new buckets she boarded a train headed to Italy only to find that she had forgotten her cheese and her passport. Luckily she saved a bunch of free rail vouchers which got her over the border but alas she failed to spot the customs officer who was lurking nearby just waiting.
The bulge was a quick giveaway the officer grabbed her around her earlobe and with his frisky fingers and marched her off to the holding cell where she fretfully sat alone and worried the night away. Morning sunlight, the hidden key and...a grumbling tummy, she decided to contact Amilbee and beg for his