Little Mouse
LITTLE MOUSE
A bold little mouse runs through my house
and hides in my laboratory.
His food's always free 'cause he steals it from me.
But that's not why I'm telling this story.
I'd brought dog treats at the store, filled their bowl on the floor,
and was turning to do the next thing.
When from the corner of my eye,
I catch little mouse whisking by, and every whisker's twitching.
In less than two beats, he'd smelled those treats,
and was already plotting to steal them.
At night, he'd hide, wait, then rush up the side,
fall into the bowl, and eat them.
You don't need to be subtle at night in the dark.
Just don't wake the human or make the dogs bark.
So. He watches. He waits. He hears the dogs snore.
He tiptoes out, peeks in at my door.
Sees I'm asleep. I'm no danger to him.
Quick! Up the bowl! Up the side! Dive in!
But lo and behold! The bowl's made of TIN.
He makes a HORRENDOUS CRASH when he falls in!
The bowl spins and rocks. Little mouse starts to shake.
Biscuits fly like frisbees; it's a mini-earthquake.
This sounds the alarm and now, we're awake.
UhOh, little mouse. BIG mistake.
But all's not lost! He grabs one dog treat,
and dashes off with it, on his fast little feet.
He slides into first base, vanishing under the door.
I can't find him anywhere, not anymore.
Little mouse steals food for exercise.
He won't condescend to compromise.
He won't be introduced, or ask me for more.
He says stolen food tastes better when you mess up the floor.
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