As i tossed the squishy chew toy to my cat so cat can go gete it for me. I looked over and a mouse was peeping out his little mouse hole. I saw him peep out one more time. Then he was gone when i looked again. i was looking all over the place for the mouse. Out of the corner of my eye i saw him scurrying along the wall. I wonder where was he scurrying to? I follewed the little mouse until i saw where he was headed. He was headed towards the kitchen. he probally just wanted some cheese.
So i hurryed to the kitchen and tried to prevent him from getting my pricely brie I imported from France. "You won't get that cheese!" I yelled out loud. The mouse, seemingly excited for the meal he thought he was about to get, exuberantly scurried twords the refridgerator. I needed something to try to hit him with, so I scanned around the room for a possilbe weapon. Just when I thought I would have to just use my shoe, I found the perfect item; a heavy eagle statue my grandfater gave me for my 19th birthday. I always felt it was ugly, so I didn't really mind getting mouse guts all over it. As the mouse stoped to figure out a way to get into the refridgerator, I had the perfect opportunity to put an end to his midnight snack run. As I raised the statue over my head, the mouse turned around and looked at me. His eyes were filled with something that can only be described as desperation, just like you would see in a person.
"This is ridiculous! Why do I care about the life of some dumb little mouse?" Yet the thought of its guts exploding all over the room left me heartbroken. The eagle statue dropped down and hung limply by my side like withered lettuce three days past its prime. I decided that instead of an explosion of mouse pieces around the room, a live capture would be the most humanitarian effort I could make. Frantically, I searched around the room for a cup that I could quickly drop over the mouse's head in order to trap it. But as my eyes roved around the room, I saw the flitting of tail scurrying by my side, and I knew in that istant that the mouse was gone.
As i slowly dragged my feet out of the kitchen i couldn't decide if i was happy or sad about letting the mouse live. I got into my bed and looked over at my toy cowboy and i noticed that he had a friend. The mouse was laying right next to him. I jumped up and ran to catch the mouse. I didn't know what i was going to do once i caught him. It had became a game for me. He dove into the sand that i was planning to use for my science project, i tried to dig for him but he was as fast as lightning getting away. At this point i was just angry, scared, and didn't know what too do,
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