the parable of the mouse trap.

Once upon a time there was a mouse. The mouse had the whole run of th house, with plenty of food for it to enjoy. Porridge oats, or sultans, or rice, or whatever it is that mice like.

One day the people that owned the house discovered mice poos and put down a trap. A trap with a little piece of cheese on it.

The mice now faced 'man's most perilous question'...did it eat that piece of cheese which, in mice terms was 'forbidden' or did he continue to investigate the cupboards and the whole of the house?

Thing is, to the mouse, the cheese was most inviting and the mouse really liked that cheese. Especially that brand. The mouse wondered why on earth he always liked that which was not allowed? The mouse wasn't stupid. He knew if he ate that piece of cheese it would be curtains. But oh, how he wanted that piece of cheese.

Tail between his legs, the mouse slinked back into his hole. He'd lost his appetite for anything else the kitchen offered becuase it was the cheese he wanted and knew he couldn't have it.

As he sat in his bed that night the mouse pondered upon the question of why he always seemed to like what he couldn't have and what he could have, he didn't. The mouse went hungry.