Mickey had just finished eating the rice. Now it was time for biscuits and he knew just where to find them. | Mickey threw on a jacket, hopped on his 3-speed bike and pedaled madly to Aunt Fay's house. He made a quick stop to pick some tigerlilies, her favorite flower. Turning into her driveway, the scent of warm biscuits wafted to Mickey's nose. He drooled. | He hurriedly got off his bike and barged in to his aunt's house. "Mickey!" his aunt said, "I hope you don't just barge in to houses like that, young man!". "No, auntie. I promise I don't!" Mickey said, eyeing the stacks of biscuits on the table.