| Mouse In The House! |
| One night when I was getting ready for bed, I met with an uninvited creature in my room. He frightened me. He was not a monster or ghost. He was a brown mouse who had set up camp in different parts of my apartment. This night the mouse was darting from behind my clothes drawer. He charged out like a race horse from its gate. Actually, he was more like a baseball player, I later realized. When the mouse came nose to toe with me on the open floor, I screamed. he squealed, and like an arrow, shot behind the clothes drawer. I ran out of my room and stood in the doorway. Soon the mouse was peering out from his hideout. He was checking to see if the coast was clear so he could run to first base under my bed. He stole out and dove in beneath my bed when I shrieked. There he remained for some time. When silence fell again, the mouse made an escape to the open floor and headed for second base, near my desk. Phew! He made it. Third base was too dangerous to attempt. It must be where I was standing, near my room door. I asked my brother to help me get rid of the mouse from my room. But, the mouse made himself invisible. He could not be found. That night I was too afraid to sleep in my room. Forgiving and forgetting all, the mouse might return, hop into bed, and cozy up with me. He might perform a dance on my belly or pull my hair or bite my toe, especially my big toe. If I was missing a toe in the morning, my guess would be that the mouse had made a late night snack out of it. I wasn't about to take that chance, so I slept with mother in her room. The next night, I realized my camper friend was just as afraid of me as I was of him--- he was probably more. Silly me! Being fearful of a small, harmless creature such as a mouse. Rohit Lata Lal |