a happy mouse
The happy mouse
I know of a mouse that lived in a drain
in the backyard, it looked thin like it had
escaped from other mice and found this
hiding hole, it was a good choice.
My dog was a sloppy eater, so I fed her
In the yard, the way she ate like it was her
The mouse grew fat by the crumb but also
bold it sometimes walked around when
the dog wasn`t there
She, the dog knew something was up
she often sniffed at the drain and looked at me.
I looked heavenward tried to look innocent.
One day, the now fat mouse, struggling to
get into the drain the dog saw her and killed
the mouse: I patted the dog`s head and said
good girl, what else could I say?
I consoled myself by the fact the mouse
had had a few good months of happiness.