I count my blessings as house mouse for I live in this big posh house. Beneath the floorboards I reside. From here I wander far and wide. I climb cavities in the wall, taking great care so not to fall.
The family here is Jack and Jill and they’ve a baby who’s called Bill. There also is an old tomcat. His name’s Felix; he’s really fat so he can’t get into my place. But I can sneak up to his space. Suddenly I will bite his tail then up and off I run like hell.
Now seems Felix is staying out so I can freely move about to see what Jill’s bought at the shop and left in bags on kitchen top. For any mouse the kitchen’s great. With food in store there’s lots to eat. Us mice, we always feed and feed. Small mammal need; it is not greed.
Now going through today’s shopping there’s too much plastic packaging and to discreetly open it I find my teeth can’t penetrate. But loosely wrapped, there is fresh bread with flaky crust and crumbs that shed.
Tonight, Felix once more is out, allowing me to roam about. The kitchen is my favourite place with food galore in every space. Once more I explore the shopping, by accident leave a dropping. Seems that this gives my game away when it is found with some dismay. Jill sees it and lets out a scream. Her response is a bit extreme. My bit, no more than grain of rice. Yes, I’m sorry, it is not nice.
Her husband Jack, shouts, “It’s mouse poo. Oh, darling dear what shall we do”? Jack starts to set a trap for me and baits it with some dried up Brie. I keep away for I am wise. They won’t get me with crude device. There’s ample food for me to eat and every day I find a treat.
Jill notices the trap has failed and little mouse has not been nailed. She shouts out for her husband Jack and then gives him a load of flack, suggesting it not properly set. And what’s the use, having that cat? Jack ponders then, what must be done then thinks to phone the vermin man.
The rodent man arrives in haste. With mice there is no time to waste. For they store food then comes the rat and rat is not afraid of cat. On this man’s van, lifelike image of one huge rat looking savage.
On seeing this Jill is furious for this informs all the neighbours. What will they think of Jack and Jill? They’ll fear house prices start to fall. Jill tells the man to go away. The mouse, in secret, here will stay. And so things go on as usual. I just have to be more careful.