The little mouse grabbed a book.
It's nice, isn't it? To dive into a story and enjoy it. Yes, he loved books!
“The red doesn't match your white fur coat though,” he whispered to himself. “Don't lick your finger to turn the page, you idiot! Look what you've done. The page is all... You've killed something again. Yes, you did.”
So, he ripped a few pages off.
Humans are strange beings. They keep all these books on shelves. Why? At least he used them to wipe his paws clean... after reading the stories. No need for those words anymore!