I had to take care of a second dead mouse today. Disposing of dead mice is not labor that I am suited to, but today I had no one else to rely on. Neither the Miao Brothers nor the Miaolings were going to do it for me. The Miaolings, in fact, made every attempt to prevent me from messing with their (Chun’s) mouse.
I like mice. I don’t like dead mice. The other night, Chun brought me a bouncy ball when I was in bed. He placed it on my leg and made the sweet noise he makes when he wants to play fetch. Even though it had been ages since a Mouse Sighting, in my sleep I thought it was a Mouse, and I screamed. It hurt Chun’s feelings.
However, the real dead mice did not make me scream because the horror of having to deal with them myself paralyzed my vocal cords. Now I am afraid to go to bed because Chun might bring me a real dead mouse, but in my sleep I will think it is a bouncy ball and I will throw it for him to play fetch.