One sunny morning, Benny the young mouse spotted a shiny blue bicycle glimmering in the toy shop window. But his dad, Mr. Mouse, simply scoffed.
“Bicycles are silly,” he said with a huff.
Benny rolled his eyes. “Dad, you’re so boring.”
“Come help me with the groceries,” Mr. Mouse said.
“Shopping is boring too,” Benny muttered.
But off they went, starting at the fruit stall. While his dad picked apples and carrots, Benny spotted the grocer juggling fruits like a circus star! “Dad, did you see that?!”
“Nonsense,” Mr. Mouse grumbled. “Grocers don’t juggle.”
Next stop—the dairy shop. Benny's eyes lit up as he saw Mrs. Cow twirling in a sparkling tutu. “Look, Dad!”
“Cows don’t do ballet,” Mr. Mouse muttered, shaking his head.
At the bakery, Benny nearly gasped—there stood the baker balancing a tower of donuts on his nose!
“You must be daydreaming,” Dad said. “Bakers don’t play with their pastries.”
As they passed the toy shop again, the door creaked open. The shopkeeper stepped out, holding that very same blue bike.
“Oh no!” Benny cried. “It’s sold!”
“Yep!” said the shopkeeper with a grin. “It’s all yours!”
Benny blinked at his dad. “Wait... you bought it?!”
“Me? No way, I’m far too boring for that,” Mr. Mouse said with a cheeky wink.
Benny laughed, hopping on the bike. “Shopping’s actually pretty awesome. Let’s go again tomorrow!”
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