There once were three voles.
They lived in three houses right next to each other.
Every chance they got they stole food from the other two voles.
When the middle vole went shopping the other two would steal his food.
When the vole on the left went out the other two voles would steal his food.
This was inconvenient.
So the middle vole suggested they go on a quest for food, together.
So they did.
In the middle of the trek, the middle vole had an idea.
He said he was sick and headed home.
He stole the other voles food and ate it in his kitchen, just like it was his own.
The other two voles found their food gone when they came home.
They went out to complain to the moon.
They saw each other in the moonlight, complaining,,,
and then they had an idea.
They jumped up on the middle voles roof and did a dance to annoy him.
He came out of his house and the two voles on the roof spat at him so he had to go back inside.
The next day a big cat moved into the neighborhood.
And the voles didn’t go out anymore.
They had their food delivered.
Brilliant, I say.