Shaznay breathed in deeply, choking as her very breath nearly turned into icicles that would pierce her tongue, causing pain, but no pain greater than that of knowing an unwelcomed intruder was, at that very moment ,sneakily dragging his nostrils across her kitchen floor.
She turned to look at Janizzle, and slowly exhaled, as if to release her increasing hatred for the unsanitary rodent.
"Can't you hear him downstairs Shaznay?? I turned around to wash out my porridge bowl, and there he was - standing, looking me dead in the eye!!"
"But why didn't he get caught in the trap?"
"THERE IS A TRAP! BUT IT DOESN'T KILL THEM, IT ONLY TRAPS THEM!"
Shaznay gripped her dainty forehead in her hands, blessing the landlord and his keen sense of enterprise in buying a non-mouse-destroying-mouse-trap. Something had to be done. No longer could the household sit idly by and allow their very happiness to be coaxed from under their noses by this sinful creature. Probation had closed for this mouse.
Janizzle stood in the doorway - hyperventilating, and finally, in a fit of despair, ran into Juan-cheater's room, flinging herslf upon the bed. A chill filled the air. It was now or never. It was the mouse - or the inhabitants of that house.
The faint rattling continued from downstairs, reaching sinisterly to the ears of the courageous housemates. Shaznay swept her poly-cotton covers off, walked over to Juancheater, looked her dead in the eye, and said "I know what to do".
part 3...coming soon
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