He knew how dangerous the enemy was; the attempted poisoning had proved that.
Nonetheless, he still had a mission to complete.
He squeezed out of his hideout and dashed, staying close to the wall.
Soon, he saw the target.
He took hold of the cheese.
SNAP!
The enemy had won.
That actually made me want to cry.
ReplyDeletePoor mouse.
Poor mouse nothing. He had it coming to him!
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