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Mouse Mayhem





There was a rustle, an inquiring squeak and then the front of the doll house was opened. The young father, about to pop a surprise doll inside for his daughter, never stood a chance. 100 mice swarmed out, chewed him down to the bone and made off down the stairs, the first one holding his car keys in firm jaws.

They piled up, balancing mouse after mouse, until they could swarm inside the overcoat and baseball cap hanging on the back of the garage door. It took them a few treacherous moments to get the co-ordination right but soon they were tottering over to the Jeep; a slightly drunken figure who perhaps ought not to be driving. Various wriggles and slinks got the remote pressed, the door open and a neat split into three groups.

The first group clambered down to the pedals, taking a little time to work out how many were needed on each. The second scampered up to the steering wheel forming a neat circle and using their hamster wheel training to get it moving back and forth. The final group used sharp claws to secure the coat arms to the wheel and held the hat down firmly. Jerry hopped onto the dash and took point, looking out the window as the troup got the car started and backed it down the drive to the sound of 100 tiny cheers.

Aside from a three garden gnomes and a rose bush being flattened, all went well and the Sqeakster – as Jerry insisted on calling the jeep - cruised the neighbourhood without a human giving it a second glance. Four blocks over Jerry got a glint in his eye.

He guided his band up a drive at the far end of a cul-de-sac, led them to the cat flap in the front door and then to the kitchen. The smell of vegetables wafted in through the window giving onto the garden and opening a fridge held no fears for the group. As they tucked into a rather over-ripe Brie, they simply ignored the pungent odour which had caught in Jerry’s sensitive whiskers, leading him to the house.

The cat in the lounge, currently chowing down on his deceased owner, would also provide no challenge for the mousey marauders.
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