Return of the Mouse

The Mouse has a lady, so he’s much better behaved these days. Still, you can’t treat a drunken mouse sober tricks, or something, so it wasn’t really a total surprise when we found ourselves out late on a school night, lurching toward a diner and singing while the Mouse kicked over trashcans.

“Hey,” I said, after the fifth can or so. “Hey.” I was having trouble focusing on the Mouse, who was cloning himself into many mice before my eyes, so I looked at the end of my finger instead. “You can’ do that, y’know.”

“Can too. Lookit.” CRASH!

“Nuh, nuh, nuh, cuz listen. SHHHH. There are babies on this street.”

“Oh!” He looked momentarily concerned.

“Yup.”

“Babies! Shhh. Kay.”

When we got to the next trashcan? He laid it gently on its side.

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