My Uncle’s White Mice

My uncle had some white mice. One day he brought them into the room. One mouse crawled up my uncle’s sleeve. My uncle felt the tickling on his arm. So he pulled the mouse out of his sleeve. The other white mouse crawled upon me. I became frightened, and screamed and ran around the room. My uncle had to take the mice away. He put them into the cage. I enjoy watching them, but I don’t like to have them running around the room.