There’s a mouse in the house

“AAARRRGGGHHH!” I squeaked, sprinting as fast as possible, through the dark room, shortly followed by the terrifying beast. All 26 of its teeth were as sharp as knives, and its claws were like razors. I sprinted to the end of the room and dashed out of sight through a small hole. I looked through the opening into the vast room; the cat was still lurking outside. “Come out, come out where ever you are. You can’t hide forever Mousey. You will get hungry again and have to go back to the kitchen where I will be waiting to catch and then EAT you,” The mangy moggy sneered.

I should probably introduce myself. Hi, I’m Mousey Pointer (I know, quite an ironic name for a Dumbo rat), in human years I’m 11 years old, everyone thinks I’m a mouse and I’m scared of pretty much anything: heights, the dark, cats, CHEESE, you name it.

Anyway, I was so terrified by Fluffy that I passed out and woke up five hours later surrounded by my family. I am the oldest of three sisters and four brothers. Theirs names are Lucy; Spotty; Molly, Billy; Josh; Jack; and Stinky Steve. Sadly, my dad got caught in a mouse trap and my mum was killed by Fluffy’s mother, two years ago, so I’ve had the responsibility of looking after my siblings since then.

“Did you get the rice?” Molly asked. “Sorry, no. I couldn’t. Stupid Fluffy was waiting for me.” I answered. “OH” everyone sighed. We had to think of a plan to get some food from the kitchen, back home and not get caught by Fluffy in the process.

The next day, Lucy, Molly, and Josh (they’re the oldest of my siblings) ran into the lounge and started to squeak as loud as possible, hoping to get Fluffy’s attention. As soon as he entered the lounge, Spotty and Billy (the twins) ran into the dining room and started squeaking as well. This confused Fluffy so much that he fainted! Jack and I ran into the kitchen and dashed into the rice bag. Steve grabbed some little pots and we filled them to the brim. We darted back to the rat hole and signalled to the others to come home. Now we had enough food to feed us for a month!

Steve was so delighted that he ran to the opening and did the stupidest thing ever. In happiness, he yelled the rudest Rodent Swears at Fluffy that I’d ever heard but I’d dare not repeat them. I pulled him back into our home. “That was soooo stupid of you, Steve. You could’ve woken him up and then you’d be done for!” I roared at him in disappointment. “Sorry, Mousey. I was just really happy that we had our food that I didn’t think.” He whispered. “How do you even know those words in the first place?” I asked. “I’ve heard you say them with your friends in the park.” He replied. ‘Oh’ I thought…