The mouse is gone. He packed his bags and caught the Night Crawler to the next town, but not before he took a few bites from my loaf of wheat bread. I guess he thought it was cheese. I don't miss him. He wasn't the best roommate. He was a night owl and somewhat neurotic, not to mention there was a scent to him. He smelled like death, but he was still living.
He was an intimidating little guy, a bit overbearing. I think he had an eating disorder. He'd risk life and limb for a bite to eat. And rude too, no consideration whatsoever. I could hardly get any shut eye with him around. I heard a screech owl in a tree one night when he was around, I wanted the screech owl to kill him in a bad way.
He was an intimidating little guy, a bit overbearing. I think he had an eating disorder. He'd risk life and limb for a bite to eat. And rude too, no consideration whatsoever. I could hardly get any shut eye with him around. I heard a screech owl in a tree one night when he was around, I wanted the screech owl to kill him in a bad way.
