The Mouse Story by Suzanne
The Mouse Story contains language not suitable for young children. Parental Discretion is Advised.
Morty Mouse could hear his mother crying on the other side of the door. He paused for a moment, and then took a deep breath before turning the door knob. Mother Mouse was lying on the couch, clutching a photograph of Father Mouse firmly against her chest. Morty walked over to her, leaned down, and kissed her on the cheek.
"I love you Mother," he said softly. "I don't expect you to understand, but I just needed to go away by myself for a little while."
"It's okay, Morty. There's no need to apologize. I'm just glad that you're back home with me now," sniffled Mother Mouse.
"I miss him so much," Morty cried as he sat down on the edge of the couch.
"I know you do," Mother Mouse said sadly. "I miss him too, Morty."
Mother Mouse gently pulled her son into her lap and hugged him closely. "It's okay, Morty. Everything is going to be okay."
There was a lot of company coming and going over the next couple of weeks. Morty Mouse would always stay in the living room just long enough to be polite, and then he would quickly disappear into his bedroom to read, or write poetry. Yet, today he felt a little more restless, and decided to take a walk.
"Mother," he said as he walked to the closet to get his coat. "I'm going to go take a short walk and see if I can find a few crumbs for tomorrow's breakfast."
"I don't know, Morty," Mother Mouse said, shaking her head. "I'm not so sure it's a good idea for you to go out alone. Why don't you wait until our company leaves and I'll go with you."
"Mother.... I really want to walk alone tonight. I promise I'll be careful."
Mother Mouse sighed, and then kissed Morty on the top of his head. "Morty, please don't go past the kitchen today, okay?"
"Okay," Morty said as he headed out the door.
Morty Mouse tiptoed out into the kitchen. The house was exceptionally quiet today.
"Wow.... just look at all of this food," he squealed, as he walked under the kitchen table.
Morty bent down and started stuffing his mouth and his pockets with all sorts of tasty morsels.
"There's gotta be enough food here to feed an entire army of mice," he said smiling to himself. "Mother Mouse is going to be so proud of me."
When all of Morty's pockets were stuffed to the point of bulging, he turned and started walking back towards home. All of a sudden, he heard a terrible scream.
"The baby......," Morty shrieked. "Oh no...... something's happened to the baby!"
Mother Mouse came running out into the kitchen, just in time to see Morty turn the corner into the hallway.
"Morty......... Morty, come back here," Mother Mouse cried out. "Morty, STOP!!!!!!!!!!!"
Morty followed the screams, running as quickly as he could. As he entered the mother's bedroom, he was completely horrified at what he was seeing.
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO TELL YOU TO LEAVE MY STUFF ALONE," the baby's mother screamed, as she swung the belt again and again. "EVERY TIME I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR JUST ONE SECOND, YOU START TEARING THE PLACE APART!"
Morty Mouse ran into the middle of the room, waving his hands high in the air and screaming as loudly as he could.
"STOP....... PLEASE..... PLEASE STOP HURTING HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
But the mother didn't stop. She continued to scream, as she quickly swung the belt again and again.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO......... I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO...... ," Morty sobbed, as he stood by watching in horror.
Each time the belt snapped across the baby's body, Morty cried out and became more and more frantic.
"FATHER........ WHERE ARE YOU," he sobbed as he felt his own body going numb with fright.
The baby's screams were loud and ear piercing as his mother continually snapped the belt across his limp little body.
PLEASE...... PLEASE STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Morty wailed, as he slid down into a heap in the middle of the floor and covered his ears.
"Father.......... I need you........" he sobbed uncontollably. "Why........ why did you have to go away?"
The angry mother tossed the belt down onto the floor and picked up the screaming baby by his arm.
" SHUT UP," she screamed and she tore through the hallway like a speeding freight train. "SHUT THE HELL UP! YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF!"
Morty jumped up and chased after her, screaming as loudly as he could.
"PUT HIM DOWN...... YOU'RE HURTING HIM...... LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
The mother stormed into the bedroom and threw the baby down into the crib.
"THERE.......... YOU LITTLE BRAT," she screamed. "YOU CAN JUST SPEND THE DAY IN HERE IF YOU CAN'T STOP GETTING INTO TROUBLE."
The baby screamed and cried as Morty stood frozen beneath the crib. Tears streamed down his face as the mother stomped away muttering to herself.
"I'm soooooooooo sorry, Little One," Morty cried as he slowly climbed up the side of the crib. "Oh my God........ I'm soooooooooooooo sorry!"