Mice Pride

(Originally 3rd Novemeber 2006, 12:05 pm)

The mouse was proud of herself. So fucking proud. Just the other day, she found out how a quick swish of the tail would swipe the cheese off the mousetrap and not have that huge snapper slam down and break her back. Like it did to granduncle.

Sneaky Humans.

She was big headed the day she noticed something wrong about that piece of tuna hanging in midair down a dark, no, black corridor. She remembered warning Nancy that something fishy (pun intended) was going on; the corridor looked pretty much like a dead end. But hell, that bimbotic Nancy could only think of the piece of fish. Sure enough, a door slammed shut when Nancy tried to grab the fish.

Most definitely fishy.

So Gin was way proud over her head as she watched relatives and friends go, especially after refusing to listen to her intuition. She went around telling her stories, "... and that bitch June wouldn't listen to me that the silence was because the cat was waiting..." or "... Baxter suddenly lit up and smelled awful when I told him that the silver strip felt electrifyingly scary..." or "... I swear those pinkish red fishes were tearing Elsie up though I couldn't really be sure through all the trashing...".

Gin was simply confident that there was simply no way that those dumb humans could trick her little mousy intuition. She proudly strolled out that night, feeling quite infallible, always able to spot any danger and booby traps.

Sniff, sniff. A wrinkle of her nose. A good scan round the room. She spotted an odd piece at the corner of the room. Scuttling over, she prowled around it.

Like the cat, she thought, hee hee.

Sniffing again, she didn't feel her intuition tell her anything, and she felt proud. Again. Fucking proud. She wasn't exactly sure what it was though, it smelled cheesy, and anyway, humans had all kinds of weird cheeses. This should be another one of them. Dragging it back to the nest, she happily and most fucken-definitely proudly, called the nest out for dinner.

That night, everyone smiled in their dreams, especially little miss-fucking-proud Gin, as they dreamt the sweetest dream of eating a cheese which the humans called "Arsenic-Laced".