I awoke to the sound of little feet, scampering across the floor. Searching for something to eat. I hear it run under the kitchen door.
It's little heart beating fast. Not wanting to be caught. He doesn't notice anything differant from the past. A lesson soon to be taught.
I hear him struggle with a piece of cheese. Trying to get it from it's wrap. Little does he know,he doesn't see. It's attached to a trap.
Suddenly I hear a crack, the bar comes down on his head. I guess no longer will he run with the pack. The little mouse is dead.
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-12-23 00:53:09
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