Random Stories and Stuff From Over the Years

My NEW Life As a Mouse, Whoo....

   Scurry, scurry, scurry, Flinch!

   I was really twitchy these days. It was like every single day that I stayed a mouse I became jitterier. Every shadow that moved and thing that fell nearly made my tiny little heart give out.

   I mean I can’t believe at how fast it beats already! I mean there I was one day all happy and human. I was minding my OWN business when suddenly, BAM!

   The next day I wake up as a dirty little member of the Rodent Familia. Now at first it wasn’t that bad yet… there was Sugar Drop to worry about. That little fur sucker just couldn’t leave me alone. She thought that she was Pedigree? I think not.

   She’s as mutt puppy as one could get. Suddenly a swishing sound hit my ear. I shivered in fear as I heard the claws click against the tile.

   Sugar Drop all mighty Fur Sucker was on the way. I scurried as fast as my now TINY legs could carry me. Too bad I didn’t make it underneath the fridge in time.

   Fast as lightning a paw shot out. The blow was amazing because of all the force I was sent into the cabinet on the other side of the kitchen. My vision swam for a minute before I got up and twitched my whiskers.

   There staring down at me was Sugar Drop. Her tail wagging and huge pointy teeth right in front of my miniscule black eyes. Her dopey eyes were watching me with excitement, daring me to move.

   I counted my heartbeats and then darted away. A bark sounded behind me and I heard the thudding steps of heavy paws.

   I dove for the fridge and narrowly made it. I heard a pained squeal as suddenly the fridge rocked uncertainly. I prayed that it wouldn’t fall over and somehow smoosh me.

   Cause really? Death by falling fridge does not sound like a cool way to die. ‘Hey how did you die? I got killed in a fire.’

‘Oh um… I got killed by a tipping fridge…’

‘Faggot.’

   Yeah… maybe not. The fridge soon stopped rocking and I figured I was safe. How wrong must one mouse be before someone takes pity?

   The fridge suddenly got hit by something and pitched forward. I squeaked in surprise and fear as I raced out from the cover and the chase was resumed.

   I tried hiding under the couch, but Sugar Drop tipped that over too. Just as I was about to keel over and give up the front door opened.

   “Sugar Drop! Where are you shnookums?” Deborah, Sugar Drops owner called out. In an instant Sugar Drop forgot all about me and suddenly raced for her owner.

   I sighed, I was safe for now. However, what about later?