Jack pondered in front of the mansion for some time before making the decision to go inside. Why out of all the potatoes was he the one uprooted and cleaned with a biscuit? Jack shrugged and entered mansion. He opened the door that creaked, as he saw a mouse who squeaked. Jack raised an eyebrow at the sight, wondering if he should fly a kite. These rhymes making no sense, Jack decided to go forth hence. He looked around his eyes darting back and forth, then the smell hit him. A delicious meal. He raced to the dinner table, seeing that his plate was there. He frowned looking at the sight before him. It was so horrifying, so despicable that he almost screamed. It wasn't the decor, nor the talking pickle in the corner of the room that seemed to be having a panic attack in the corner. No, it was what was in this bowl. Jack almost retched in disgust. It was a bowl of tomato soup. In a mansion, dinner is a bowl of tomato soup. Jack couldn't imagine why a mansion owner would be serving its guests bowls of tomato soup. They have to be rich! They must of made this at the last second. However, Jack just slumped into the chair, sighing, and drank the soup. Jack almost forgot about the others...His nose perked up, and licked his lips at a new thought.."you know what would go good with this soup....Fox...and...Rabbit...Mmm" He whispered realizing there were others here.