Bravehearted soldier

So there I stood.
Tuesdaynight, 4AM, wearing a nightshirt, boots and rubber gloves.
I'm aiming a can of hairspray in the general direction of where we heard the crackling noise.
'Maybe it was a rat.' says Daniel, who is sitting straight up in bed, face pale, sheets pushed off.
'It wasn't a rat, it was too small to be a rat.
Besides, we've had mice before in this house.'
'Oooh, I hate mice...'

I walk around and kick the garbagebag it was probably rummaging in.
'I think it went back into its hole.'
I point at the hole in the floor, just next to the garbagebag.
Daniel nods while he anxiously inspects the room from his little safehaven.
'Are you sure?'
'Pretty much'

I clog the hole up with a sock and get back into bed.
Can't say I slept well that night cause I'm not particularly fond of mice either.
Bought some poison, steelwool and ducttape, that should solve the problem for now.


Jamie Jonathan Ball said...

this is a wonderful style of writing :)

Jack Daniel said...

Is this a story based on true facts?

My name is Daniel as well. What a coincidence.
Are you talking about...........me....perhaps?

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