The Mouse Story by Suzanne
The Mouse Story contains language not suitable for young children. Parental Discretion is Advised.
Chapter Eleven
"But.. we can't just pack up and move away," screeched Morty. "This is our home!"
"We can't keep living like this either, Morty," Mother Mouse said frowning.
"Like what," Morty shot back in an angry tone. "Living like what???? What are you talking about?"
"I want you to live in a peaceful home, Morty. Without all of this screaming and violence. I just want us to have a better life than this."
"But. I like it here," Morty said as he paced back and forth across the room. "This is our home!"
"Morty, I've already made plans for us to move in with Uncle Sal and Aunt Rena. They're coming tomorrow to help us move some of our things over to their house. We'll be staying with them until we can find a more suitable place to live."
Morty jumped up and kicked the coffee table. "Noooooooooooooo, I'm NOT leaving and you can't make me!"
"Mortan, the decision has already been made," Mother Mouse said in a firm voice. "We're leaving in a few days and there's really nothing more for us to discuss."
"But... what about the baby," Morty said choking back tears. "Who's going to take care of him if we move away?"
"Morty... it's not our job to take care of that baby," said Mother Mouse. "We're just mice! There really isn't anything that we can do to help him anyway."
"But he NEEDS me," Morty cried. "What if they hurt him????
Mother Mouse shook her head and walked towards the kitchen. "Morty... this isn't up for discussion. The decision's been made.
"But who's going to be there for him when he gets scared," Morty wailed.
"Who's going to sit with him when he's lonely?"
"Mortan that's enough," Mother Mouse warned.
"IF FATHER WERE HERE HE WOULDN'T LET YOU DO THIS," Morty Mouse screamed as he ran across the room to his bedroom. "I'M NOT MOVING! I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE... AND YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!!!!!!"
Morty Mouse sobbed and sobbed as he threw himself down onto his bed. "I'm not going... I'm not moving... I won't go... I won't go live with Uncle Sal and Aunt Rena... and she can't make me."
It was so dark and lonely in the back storage room. Morty Mouse climbed inside a musty old baseball cap and sat there thinking about Mother Mouse. He thought about how angry she was going to be when she awoke to find that he had run away.
"I'm not a baby anymore," he mumbled to himself. "If she wants to go live with Uncle Sal and Aunt Rena... then she can just go by herself... because I'm not going anywhere."
As Morty sadly gazed around the room looking for a warm place to hide out for a few days,
the silence was broken by a sudden thump, followed by a deafening scream.
"I WANT MY MONEY, BITCH... WHERE'D YOU PUT IT??????"
Morty was completely terrified as he slowly inched his way over to the door and peered underneath.
"YOU TOOK MY MONEY... AND IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU... YOU'LL GO GET IT RIGHT NOW!"
"I don't have your money," the baby's mother cried. "I promise... I didn't take your money."
"DON'T EVEN GIVE ME THAT SHIT, WOMAN... I WANT MY MONEY AND I WANT IT RIGHT NOW," the man roared as he shoved the baby's mother up against the wall.
"I... I... didn't take any money! I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'M TALKING ABOUT THE MONEY THAT YOU TOOK OUT OF MY WALLET WHEN I FELL ASLEEP," the angry man bellowed. "DON'T EVEN PRETEND THAT YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"
Morty Mouse watched in horror as the man knocked the baby's mother down to the floor and began kicking her.
"I DON'T HAVE YOUR MONEY... I DON'T HAVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!"
"HAND IT OVER, BITCH," the man roared as he grabbed the baby's mother by the hair and pinned her down onto the floor.
"GET YOUR GOD DAMNED HANDS OFF ME... YOU ASS HOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The man smirked as he reached down inside her shirt and pulled out a huge roll of money.
"I promise... I didn't take your money," he said in a mocking tone. "I don't know what you're talking about!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"THAT'S MY MONEY," the baby's mother screamed as she fought to get back up on her feet. "GIVE IT BACK TO ME YOU ASS HOLE! IT'S MINE... I EARNED EVERY PENNY OF IT!"
The man laughed as he shoved her back down onto the floor. "Yeah... sure... you earned it alright, he said as he began running his hands all over her body.
"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME," the baby's mother cried as she frantically slapped and clawed away at his hands. "GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK!!!!!!!!!"
The man laughed an evil laugh as he tossed a hundred dollar bill down onto the floor and turned to walk away. "Next time... you try to rip me off... you're gonna be real sorry."
"A HUNDRED DOLLARS????????? You owe me THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS!!!!!!!!!!"
"I don't owe you anything, Bitch. Except... maybe a black eye and a broken nose. Don't EVER try to rip me off again! Next time... I won't be quite so nice about it!"
Morty Mouse laid on his belly and quietly watched as the baby's mother picked up the money and stumbled away crying.
