Now it’s up to me to find food to keep the last of my siblings alive. Last week dad went in search of food, but he did not return. Quickly I scurry across the dilapidated, plywood floor, covered in dust, careful not to step on the wooden contraptions my brothers and sisters have succumbed to. “Oh no, I know what happened to the mouse.” “Did the camera take the pictures last night?” “OMG! A mouse! I thought all the mice were dead.” “Did you see the oranges fell from the tree? Something ate up the cores. What Happened to the Mouse? by Miriam Hurdle Suddenly, Granny jolted upright, eyes staring blankly. “Don’t be silly,” admonished Eliza, older and wiser. Granny slumped motionless, eyes closed, tongue lolling from her slack jaw.īarney gaped. “Thwunk!” Her head struck the wall, silencing the children’s sniggers. “Eek!“ shrieked Granny, toppling back on the chair, arms and legs flailing. Not that I was afraid, but the ridiculousness of the situation as he’d been charging round the bedroom stark naked, in all his dangly glory. With the bedding wrapped around me, I was in hysterics. Partner threw himself out of bed and whacked everything in close proximity. I saw a shadow and turning on the light saw a little mouse disappear behind the wardrobe. He flicked on the light, looked around, then switched it off. I heard scratching and told partner we had a mouse in the bedroom. The Mouse That Came in from the Cold by Di pensitivity101 I have no clue, as I don’t speak cat too well. He loves to catch butterflies in his mouth Of course, he didn’t take any notice of me I told him the other day, it was the wrong kind Now stop disturbing my nap.” So, at last, Chaircat Mao slept. “It’s not right, Chaircat Mao! God made cats to chase mice!” Without response, she balanced down to his nose and pulled on his whiskers. “Well, have you ever chased me?”Ĭhaircat Mao closed his eyes as if the question were answered.ĭistraught, Cheeser scurried onto Mao’s flesh. “Chaircat Mao,” asked Cheeser the mouse, “Why don’t you ever chase me?”Ĭhaircat Mao rolled his rotund body over and readjusted his luxurious gray coat. Killer cats and dogs have been honoured for too long now.Ĭhaircat Mao and Cheeser the Mouse by H.R.R. You need to do a lot more to give me my due credit. You give me food and sometimes – space to live, but I don’t think the equation is balanced. I’m an extension of your hand, when you navigate that space you can’t live without. I put my life and limb to out to help you. You won’t be able to use all those fancy products, if they are not tested on me. So I let my inner squeaky wheel, my imaginary “friend”, guide me downward into the depths of another suspicious, weedy, mosquito-loving rabbit hole I have no business exploring. Well, like watching this orange sunset or bothering that white bird sitting for no good reason on the railing or contemplating the other worldly mysteries of this grand universe. “Like what?” That silent voice inside me asks. Perhaps it will perk up if I change its battery. I have owned several mice in my lifetime, but this one has a special place in my heart, as it has supported me thorough my latest book and editing process. It sits quietly by my side, observing my every move, and eager to be handled at every opportunity. I am extremely attached to my mouse, small and demanding at times, but I need a muse that is easy to maintain, and doesn’t demand three walks a day and half my dinner. I’ll write my report on those words and easily get an A.” Come to think of it, RAM, byte, virus, web, boot, spam, and cookies have all taken on new meanings in this techie age.” “Windows used to let air in, not information.
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I had a lot of windows open looking for examples.” I used my laptop to work on an assignment about archaic words. “I’m talking about my computer mouse, not Whiskers.” The following are based on the March 7, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a mouse. Use your mouse to navigate through a collection arranged into 10-minute nibbles. They will take readers on a merry chase of imagination, tenderness and hard lines. This week, writers chased the tails of mice to produce mouse tales. Somehow the vehicle that takes us into the depths of the world wide web got dubbed a humble mouse. Mice are everywhere, including our technology. A mouse in a house, a wardrobe, a Victor trap, rescued and orbited to outer space.