The church mouse's wife had her bags packed and was ready to walk out the door. "Why are you so unhappy?" her husband asked. "We have a roof over our heads and every day the kind old preacher puts in his hand and feeds us cheese and bread crumbs. It could be worse!"
"I'm 1eaving you for good this time, Ralph, " she said. "I'm sick and tired of living a hand to mouse existence!"