Last night when I was reading in my room, I saw a mouse creeping towards the door. I waved my shoe at him, but instead of hurrying off, he stopped moving. On closer examination, this mouse was obviously ill. I opened my door and told Don Juan that there was a mouse dying in my room. Using a broom, he swept it towards the door. Under different circumstances, I might have called this mouse cute. Before sweeping the mouse outside, Don Juan squished it with his shoe. I guess it's better than dying slowly...
This was the third dead mouse. In the morning, we found the fourth and fifth. In case you were wondering, a mouse that has been dead for several hours would NOT be considered cute under any circumstances.
This was the third dead mouse. In the morning, we found the fourth and fifth. In case you were wondering, a mouse that has been dead for several hours would NOT be considered cute under any circumstances.
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