Mickey mouse

Once I found a small mouse running inside our house. It was a very tiny mouse with a long tail. This Jerry was very quick even for a ‘Tom’ like me. I hated the idea of that silly mouse enjoying a free accommodation in my house and I vowed to catch him one day.

I opened the door on a Saturday early morning and I found the same mouse sleeping in a corner outside. Taking slow steps towards him without waking his sleep, I made sure that he was having a good sleep. A mop was the only thing I could grab in my hand. Courage to smash the little Mickey was missing, so I poked him with the tip of the mop. He then suddenly woke up wide awake from his dreams and started to make some mad turns in the corner and then watched him slip into the nearest door and I am still waiting to meet him face to face.