I was in my box, just resting.
Well, kinda, sorta, maybe, not resting so much, but HIDING!
The mice had all gone to play all over the house…I took them everywhere.
One at a time.
One in the kitchen…grrrrrrrrrr kick, kick….bite
One in the bedroom…bat around, bat around
One upstairs, one here, one there, I think you understand.
Then I grabbed GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRiaff…he sounds like a bell. I growl at him.
I was just getting GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRiaff taken care of when I saw a STRANGER(!) in the midst of everyone!
I jumped straight up in the air.
Then I ran into box again.
I know what this is…no one told me, but I know.
IT IS A RAT!!!!
I jumped out of the box right onto RAT!
Then I proceeded to KILL RAT!
I really worked RAT over—he rattles, which is rather cool.
I took care of RAT for such a long time that I was worn out.
Giving RAT one last swat I left him to his own devices
and hopped onto the sofa where Dad likes to seat (sleep) Shhhhhhhhhhhh