What ensues is an altogether captivating spin on the city mouse/country mouse story, as Chester adjusts to the bustle of the big city. He begs his parents to let him keep the shiny insect in the newsstand, assuring his bug-fearing mother that crickets are harmless, maybe even good luck. Despite the insect's wurst intentions, he ends up in a pile of dirt in Times Square. Attracted by the irresistible smell of liverwurst, Chester had foolishly jumped into the picnic basket of some unsuspecting New Yorkers on a junket to the country. What was this new, strangely musical chirping? None other than the mellifluous leg-rubbing of the somewhat disoriented Chester Cricket from Connecticut. Mario, the son of Mama and Papa Bellini, proprietors of the subway-station newsstand, had only heard the sound once. One night, the sounds of New York City-the rumbling of subway trains, thrumming of automobile tires, hooting of horns, howling of brakes, and the babbling of voices-is interrupted by a sound that even Tucker Mouse, a jaded inhabitant of Times Square, has never heard before.
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