The Most Ferocious of Creatures - Chapter 3

The Most Ferocious of Creatures

So enraged at being soaked in milk, the mouse ran right up to Mrs Lambsbottom and yanked with all his might at the hem of her nightie.

“Excuse me, how long have we lived together and how nicely have I treated you over the years? I never once disturbed your breakfast.” The mouse said, not fully comprehending Mrs Lambsbottom’s aural difficulties.

“A MOUSE!” Mrs Lambsbottom thought she shrieked, when she eventually noticed the furry little fiend yanking on her nightie. Launching herself onto the kitchen table she was extremely relieved to find that it was a little on the small side and not, as per her normal taste, ridiculously large.

Milk soaked mice are the most ferocious of creatures and this one was no different. His beady eyes shone red, which was an allergic reaction to being soaked with milk. The same milk frothed and foamed at his mouth. When he squeaked, and he squeaked incessantly, spittle, mixed with the frothing milk flew from his little mouse mouth in a white spray, misting in front of his face.

“On the table?” He squeaked. “You think you can escape me by jumping onto a table?” He asked, not really expecting an answer.

Although he did not have any climbing rope with him and he’d left his helmet in his bedroom, he began to ascend one of the legs of the table. The table may have been a little on the small side but it was monstrously large and excitingly dangerous for a little mouse. So furious was he at being drenched in milk he paid no heed to his own safety.

“Milk of all liquids,” he continued to moan to himself as he scurried along, “couldn’t it have been orange juice?” Mice are not necessarily known for liking orange juice but this one did.

Mrs Lambsbottom was quick on her long and pointy feet when her eyes captured the image of the red-eyed, crazed and foaming at the mouth mouse charging ferociously up the table leg straight towards her. For an awfully tall and wickedly wide person she was ever so nimble. She leapt from the table and landed on the shockingly hard floor with all the grace a one legged fish might have, if such an animal ever existed. She may have been ever so nimble but she was blatantly far from graceful.

Before disappearing up the stairs to hopeful safety, she glanced around. The mouse stood on his hind legs on top of the kitchen table beating his chest like a gorilla. “Uuurrrggh,” she shivered, turned away and sprinted uncomfortably up the stairs.

At the top and out of breath, she slammed her bedroom door and tiptoed into the bathroom opposite. This was to trick the mouse into thinking that she was in her bedroom, when in fact she was cowering in the bathroom on the other side of the landing.

What she did not realise was that milk soaked mice can smell fear. Mrs Lambsbottom was truly terrified and rapidly radiated fear. If she had known that, she may have taken the time to shower, she was in the bathroom after all. Instead, she waited. The smell of fear continued to seep out of her and drift downstairs, towards the open nostrils of the enraged, milk soaked mouse.

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The Most Ferocious of Creatures

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