Ah, another fine meal!

Miss C. is a very accomplished chef, you know. All us town mice really do enjoy having her cater our mouse dinner parties.

Score!

What do we have here? Half of Master W.'s peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a bunch of squished strawberries. Hey, it beats kibble!

Cut it out, Monkey!

If you don't stop wiggling, I'm going to fall right out of this chair!

Add me to the list of casualties.

I didn't think it could get much worse than being tossed over the side of the high chair during dinner.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

Ever hear of high chair road kill? Yeah, that's me.

Scoot over!

You're crowding me!

Could someone please pass the steak sauce?

I love a good moose dinner.