Maxwell was a mouse, unlike any other mouse. He dreamed of going into space – and not just because his pet said the moon was made of cheese. Maxwell didn’t even like cheese.
Maxwell’s large pet was leaving in the morning on a special trip and he thought this was the opportunity he was waiting for. So he stowed away in his large pet’s favorite socks and in the morning, his world rattled and rolled.
His large pet was quite upset, but Maxwell was very happy to stop twirling about in the air. Space was no place for a mouse