The Happy Mouse

The happy mouse I know of a mouse that lived in a drain in the backyard, it looked thin like it had escaped from other mice and found this hiding hole, it was a good choice. My dog was a sloppy eater, so I fed her In the yard, the way she ate like it was her last meal. The mouse grew fat by the crumb but also bold it sometimes walked around when the dog wasn`t there She, the dog knew something was up she often sniffed at the drain and looked at me. I looked heavenward tried to look innocent. One day, the now fat mouse, struggling to get into the drain the dog saw her and killed the mouse: I patted the dog`s head and said good girl, what else could I say? I consoled myself by the fact the mouse had had a few good months of happiness.