As usual, I was standing silently at the door of the house, peeping inside from a small hole. Every day I used to see a cage on a table inside the house, where a small mouse that looked just like me, was locked. Sometimes he also saw me with his small cute eyes. As I was also very little furry thing, I was too young to understand that he was happy there or not… So, I thought what would I feel if I was in his place? That would be terrifying for me! How can someone live there without their family? I would have escaped from there, the very first day I would be kept there. Well, I loved my family, but I lost them when I was two to three months old, that’s...