Sniffy the Snarfing Snoogle

I'm going to try a story.

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a quiet mouse who lived in the hay.
He'd scant from to and fro, left and right, high and low
Round and Round he'd look for food burying all he thought tastes good
All year long he stocked and piled

And he realized how crappy his poem was becoming.
The mouse was going to build up a bunch of food so that he could hibernate.
Then a rat was going to come dig it up and eat it.
Then the mouse and rat were to get into a huge fight and one would stand atop the bout victorious.
Too bad the food was already gone.
The winner must live a cardboard matchbox that rest of his life.
Oh yeah, the mouse won.
Way to go mouse.
Now you are depressed, living in a mouse shak, and have no food.
What about winter?
Going to stay awake the whole time?
Yeah right.
Good luck with that.
I hope a hawk gets you.