So I had this dream last night. Someone had entrusted me with their prized pet rodent - a mouse, a gerbil, I don't really remember. Partly because I didn't see a lot of it during the dream because it soon escaped and was somewhere in my house, giving me brief glimpses as I rushed to try to catch it.
The situation was beginning to be desperate as the china dolls sent ambassadors to the king, expressing their grave concern that such a dangerous fugitive was still on the loose. The king was putting more and more pressure on me to catch him. At last I succeeded, but it was even more difficult to keep him in a box or cage. Especially with the china dolls looking over my shoulder in disaproval.
Have I mentioned I'm a little nuts? Anyway, I woke up - came to the conclusion that it was all a dream because china dolls don't usually have that much attitude - and stumbled to the kitchen to get some breakfast.
There I found one of my mousetraps had caught another victim. In fact, I think it's one I've caught before. He must have a terrible addiction to peanutbutter. Now, I'm sure you're wondering how I could catch this mouse multiple times. Well, this little guy is not only an addict, he's really really fast. Somewhere along the line he's lost his tail (I don't think that was my fault), I'm sure it's because he was quick enough that's all the predator was able to get a hold on. I know he's fast because he's able to eat all the peanutbutter off the spring on the trap and get his head almost all the way out before it snaps shut. What's supposed to come down and snap his neck cleanly and humanely, ends up catching him by the nose. Not so humane.
Since I hate killing things, the last time I found him like that I scooped him up in a bucket and took him outside and let him go. I couldn't kill him with my own hands. Of course, my father said that was a mistake because this mouse would just find whatever hole he came in the first time and would be right back inside. Apparently my father was right.
Poor little mouse. Too bad I still didn't have the nerve for a mercy killiing this time. Once again I just took him outside and let him go. He'll probably be back, but I sure hope the next time his extensive injuries have made him a little slower.
Books: Now you know where some of my ideas for stories come from.
The situation was beginning to be desperate as the china dolls sent ambassadors to the king, expressing their grave concern that such a dangerous fugitive was still on the loose. The king was putting more and more pressure on me to catch him. At last I succeeded, but it was even more difficult to keep him in a box or cage. Especially with the china dolls looking over my shoulder in disaproval.
Have I mentioned I'm a little nuts? Anyway, I woke up - came to the conclusion that it was all a dream because china dolls don't usually have that much attitude - and stumbled to the kitchen to get some breakfast.
There I found one of my mousetraps had caught another victim. In fact, I think it's one I've caught before. He must have a terrible addiction to peanutbutter. Now, I'm sure you're wondering how I could catch this mouse multiple times. Well, this little guy is not only an addict, he's really really fast. Somewhere along the line he's lost his tail (I don't think that was my fault), I'm sure it's because he was quick enough that's all the predator was able to get a hold on. I know he's fast because he's able to eat all the peanutbutter off the spring on the trap and get his head almost all the way out before it snaps shut. What's supposed to come down and snap his neck cleanly and humanely, ends up catching him by the nose. Not so humane.
Since I hate killing things, the last time I found him like that I scooped him up in a bucket and took him outside and let him go. I couldn't kill him with my own hands. Of course, my father said that was a mistake because this mouse would just find whatever hole he came in the first time and would be right back inside. Apparently my father was right.
Poor little mouse. Too bad I still didn't have the nerve for a mercy killiing this time. Once again I just took him outside and let him go. He'll probably be back, but I sure hope the next time his extensive injuries have made him a little slower.
Books: Now you know where some of my ideas for stories come from.
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