My friend slowly lowered me down to the mousetrap. I had gone into my mouse form an, with Katy's help, had wriggled into a harness. I was singing the Mission Impossible theme in my head, when the door to the kitchen swung open.
"FREEZE THIEVES!!" Katy jumped up and swiftly grabbed me in one hand. She turned and faced my dad, who was standing in the doorway smiling.
"Oh it's just you, Mr. Greaves." Katy exhaled and relaxed. I squiggled my little head out of Katy's hand.
"Ha ha, yeah it's me, and some little cheese thieve need to go to bed."
"But daaaaaaaaad...." I squeaked.
"No buts, young lady. You two have to go to bed." He continued to smile as Katy exaggeratedly moped out of the room and up the stairs.
When we were out of earshot I asked Katy if she still had the cookies.
"Of course," she laughed.
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Short Story Collection
General FictionJust a collection of short stories I've written, lol. Some I got from WritingPrompts on Tumblr and others are some I wrote for Free Writes in English Class. Pictures are not mine. Enjoy!
