Mosi and Moli

 Mosi and Moli

Mosi the mouse and Moli the mole were best friends.
They lived in the jungle and were neighbours too.
Mosi lived in a little house inside an oak tree, and Moli lived in a cozy hole right under Mosi’s house.

Every morning, Mosi swept her hole.

“Sweep, sweep, sweep!”

Moli liked that very much. His home below stayed neat.

Every evening, Mosi swept her house.

“Sweep, sweep, sweep!”

Mosi kept everything clean and shiny.

But there was one small problem.

When Mosi swept her house, the dust and dirt fell into Moli’s hole.

At first, Moli did not mind.
Then he minded a little.
Then he minded a lot.

One evening, Moli went up to Mosi’s door and knocked.

Tap, tap, tap.

“Good evening, Mosi,” said Moli.

“Good evening, Moli,” said Mosi.

Moli smiled politely. “I want to tell you something. When you sweep your house, all the dust falls into my hole.”

Mosi looked surprised. “Oh, dear! I did not know that.”

Moli nodded. “I sweep my place in the morning, but by evening it is dirty again!”

Mosi thought for a moment. “That does sound unfair.”

Moli gave a small sigh. “It is a lot of work for one little mole.”

Just then, Mosi had an idea.

“I know!” she said. “I will sweep carefully, and you can put a small basket below to catch the dirt.”

Moli smiled. “That is a clever idea!”

So, Mosi swept, and Moli caught the dirt in his basket.

Soon, both friends were happy again.
Mosi had a clean house.
Moli had a clean hole.
And the jungle was quiet and cheerful once more.

Moli laughed and said, “Now that is what I call a clean solution!”

Mosi laughed too.
And from that day on, they always helped each other.

Moral: Good friends listen, share, and solve problems together.

Poetic Lines

Mosi the mouse lived up in a tree,
Moli the mole lived underneath, you see.
Mosi would sweep with a “swish” and a “swoop,”
And Moli would sigh as dirt hit his roof!

He knocked and said, “Mouse, this isn’t fair—
Your sweeping sends all my dust down there!”
Mosi said, “Oops! That really won’t do.”
Moli said, “Nope. Not for me, or for you!”

So, Mosi swept gently, Moli stood by,
They laughed at the dust as it fluttered high.
Now both kept clean in a cheerful way—
Two friends, one broom, and a happier day!