A Mouse Tale

Kindergarten. We sat in a big circle on the floor. The teacher passed around a mouse. It was a very small mouse. It fit in the palm of thirty-one five-year-olds. Until it got to me. I didn’t know that I was about to do what I was about to do. There was no prior thought or plan. I was sitting cross-legged, quietly, obediently as usual. And then, it was my turn. The mouse landed in my hand. Its little feet were scratchy. It twisted its tiny whiskered nose at me and blinked its small red eyes. And then its tail. It slithered across my fingers and I screamed.

It took a long time for the teacher and the janitor to locate the mouse. Everyone was mad at me for flinging it so far.

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“A Mouse Tale” is from my collection An Empty Nest: A Summer of Stories, which is available for free in E-book by clicking here and available in paperback on Amazon here. Lots more creatures and mice creeping through those pages.

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