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The Trapped Mouse
#WritcoStoryPrompt18
The mouse crept through the silent house in search of its nightly meal. It's ears pricked at the scream, causing it to stand on its hind legs to spot the source. When the body came crashing down, it scampered away with its tiny heart beating fiercely against its chest. It knew what to do.
It was time. The tiny mouse was now ready. It hid in its little house of straw and cushions in the corner of the attic. It squeezed itself inside as tightly as possible, eyes squeezed shut.
Its heart was pounding, the blood rushing in and out. No. Just a few more seconds.
The door of the attic opened again. A shadow crept past the faint light of the moon. He looked at the mouse, and then glanced up.
"In your attic, no less," the man said to himself. The mouse remained still in its hiding spot.
"What's that?"
"A mouse."
"Great. Can you grab it?"
"That thing in my attic?...
The mouse crept through the silent house in search of its nightly meal. It's ears pricked at the scream, causing it to stand on its hind legs to spot the source. When the body came crashing down, it scampered away with its tiny heart beating fiercely against its chest. It knew what to do.
It was time. The tiny mouse was now ready. It hid in its little house of straw and cushions in the corner of the attic. It squeezed itself inside as tightly as possible, eyes squeezed shut.
Its heart was pounding, the blood rushing in and out. No. Just a few more seconds.
The door of the attic opened again. A shadow crept past the faint light of the moon. He looked at the mouse, and then glanced up.
"In your attic, no less," the man said to himself. The mouse remained still in its hiding spot.
"What's that?"
"A mouse."
"Great. Can you grab it?"
"That thing in my attic?...
