No Cheese

There’s a little mousey who runs passed your door…More cheese he needs more cheese he wants, running from corner to corner as the cat starts it’s hunt. Faint gnawing sounds emitted by little dwarf teeth, gouging away at your edibles like you wouldn’t believe. Mom has had enough mom wants it dead.”Send in the pink death”. That’s what she said. Big men with canisters filled to the top, stormed into the house as my heart-strings collapsed into a knot. “Mom you can’t! Mom!”. I pleaded. My heart fell to the floor as I felt defeated. The men sprayed the house from corner to corner, roof to floor. Is there really any place left where they can spray any more… I watched as they left like the plague they came–so much arsenal was brought for this little mousey they wanted to maim… No more gnawing was heard at night no more shadows of big ears to give me a fright… What mom didn’t know what the men could not see, was they all decided to take a friend from me. Yes it ate my chocolate but in truth I would’ve shared. Why mom did you go this far when I couldn’t have cared. So no little mousey running passed my door no more cheese–because it needs no more…

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