005 - Mouse

[samincittagazze]

I'm around 8, and me and the twins are downstairs REALLY early on a Saturday morning, and we're dancing to the teletext music. And suddenly Laura screams, and I go “what? WHAT?” and she points to the chair. And there's a little mouse on the arm! He's so tiny and cute! So we run upstairs to tell mum and she doesn't believe us at first, so we drag her out of bed and she comes to see. She goes up the the mouse REALLY slowly and he doesn't move. She scoops him up in her hands and he just looks at her, and he lets me stroke him and everything! I want to keep him! And mum is so amazed she carries him upstairs to show dad. She opens her cupped hands, right, and dad peeps in, and the mouse takes one look at him and BITES mum! I'm laughing so much, especially when mum says she has to go get an injection now, but I'm still really sad when she lets the mouse go at the bottom of the garden.

(Proof that small mammals + me = love, always. And WHY don't I have any hamster icons?!)