Challenge by Dave: write a blog every day this week from the perspective of a different animal. So, as I'm feeling uncreative, I'm choosing the shelter mouse first.
I try to stay hidden, after my brother Freek got squished by a refrigerator. One by one our little mouse population has died, Gepke, Jacob, Ewout, and even Rosemary. No one knows I'm still here, and so they haven't given me a name yet. Probably if they see me I'll be called Lynn. Anyhow, today has been pretty uneventful. Not much spilled food on the floor or anything, even though Dave was cooking. Tonight it was so loud in the cafe! They were watching a movie, School of Rock. I was going to scurry to my usual perch on the shelf next to the speaker, but it was too loud when those kids started rocking. So I scampered into the cafe, which was a little dangerous, but since everyone was sucked into the movie they didn't notice me. It was quieter there, and I enjoyed the movie, even though it was predictable. After the movie a couple of guests started playing chess, and the Russians were thankful for Meghan's superior knowledge regarding castling, but Bingwa was less than thrilled. Sometimes the truth just hurts. Well, I'm going to go back into hiding so they don't find me when they mop the floor. Doei!