Mousey
This morning we found this little guy running around our office. After a chase under the desks, I managed to retrieve it with a DVD bundle case. Not wanting to be cruel, I decided to take it down the stairs and let it run free, and that’s when it all went wrong. 30 seconds into its freedom, the little one (baptised Mousey) went into the first hole it could find — the gutter drain. I could see his little body trying to swim back in vain, so I put my hand in the mucky water and found his tail to bring it back to safety, Mousey was going mad, slowly trying to walk and falling over on it’s back. Not knowing mouth to mouse first aid, I helped him get upright and left him still breathing in a safe place. Sadly it wasn’t to be and when I came back Mousey was dead. He’s now buried in a shallow grave in a flower pot.
A sad story that makes you realise you should be happy to be eating your cheese tonight.
Hahaha! Nice piece, well written. R.I.P. mousey. You won’t be screaming cheese for the camera anymore.
Sachin Shrestha 16 Apr / 7:26 pm
Aw, that’s very sad.
Sarah Cartright 19 Apr / 11:37 am
OMG! Mousey’s dead???!!
a friend 15 May / 3:36 am
My history is a bit fuzzy, but didn’t these guys help spread bubonic plague?
David Trouser 31 Aug / 10:02 pm
You did try to save the poor creature … but what a sad story to read.
xtra chedda 12 Nov / 7:00 am
My mum once found a mouse that the cat had been playing with. In an attempt to save it from certain death she threw it over the fence only for it to become impaled on a metal pole. After a few prods with a sweeping brush to ease it off it’s sKewer, it too sadly came to the same fate as your own. They are very unlucky creatures. RIP Mousey.
Tara 24 Jun / 1:30 pm