The Mouse Story by Suzanne
The Mouse Story contains language not suitable for young children. Parental Discretion is Advised.
"THEY'RE LEAVING......... THEY'RE LEAVING........ THEY'RE PUTTING EVERYTHING IN A TRUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Who's leaving, Morty?," Mother Mouse asked looking confused.
"His family.......... the baby.......... EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!," Morty screamed. "THEY'RE PACKING UP THE WHOLE HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Mother Mouse jumped up and ran to the door.
"WE CAN'T JUST LET THEM TAKE HIM AND MOVE AWAY!" Morty cried. "THERE'S NO TELLING WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN TO HIM!"
"Settle down, Morty," Mother Mouse said as she watched the baby's parents throwing things into boxes and quickly carrying them out of the kitchen.
"WE HAVE TO GO WITH HIM!" Morty screamed. "MOTHER......... WE HAVE TO GO... HE NEEDS US!!!!!!!"
Mother Mouse hesitated for a few minutes as she turned and nervously gazed around the living room.
"Morty.... we can't just.... oh my word... how can we just... "
"But.... he needs us.... he needs us, Mother," Morty Mouse said as tears poured down his cheeks.
Mother Mouse sat down and took a deep breath before speaking.
"Morty.... if we leave our home... we may never be able to find our way back here again... and we wouldn't be able to bring very much with us... only the things that we could carry out."
Morty looked up at his mother with questioning eyes. "Does this mean... are you saying... can we go, Mother?"
"Hurry up and go pack your things before the truck leaves."
Morty's mouth fell open in total disbelief as he stared into his Mother's eyes.
"Well... don't just stand there!" his Mother shrieked, as she turned and took off running towards her bedroom. "GO GET PACKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!."
Morty's heart was pounding as he frantically ran around his bedroom, trying to decide what he should bring with him... and what he would have to leave behind. He tossed his bedsheet onto the floor and started piling his clothing and a few of his belongings into the middle of it. Then he rolled it up........ tied a big knot in the end.... and attached it to the end of his favorite walking stick. As he threw the stick over his shoulder........ he turned and took one last look around his bedroom before reaching up to wipe a lonely tear from his eye.
There were crowds of people rushing back and forth throughout the house. Mother Mouse grabbed Morty by the hand and ran straight ahead without ever stopping to look back.
"How are we going to get up there?," Morty whispered as they crouched down to hide in the tall grass.
"Shhhhhhhh.......... Let me think for a minute," said Mother Mouse as she sat there staring up at the truck.
Morty sat down and patiently waited as he watched his mother thinking. It was then that he took notice of the blue bag that was laying on the ground, only a few feet away from them.
"Mother.... LOOK," Morty said as he tugged at her elbow. "We can hide in there!"
Mother Mouse glanced over at the small bag with the picture of a bunny on the side.
"Morty........ you're a genious," she said as she grabbed him by the hand and quickly ran across the front yard.
The blue bag was just sitting there amongst a stack of cardboard boxes that were piled up behind an old wooden trunk. Mother Mouse quickly climbed up the strap and slipped herself neatly into a side pocket before reaching down to grab her son.
"Okay, Morty.... give me your hand!" she yelled.
Just as Morty began to reach his hands up into the air, an older woman grabbed ahold of the bag and placed the strap over her shoulder. Mother Mouse fell backwards... landing on her side in the bottom of the dark pocket.
"I found the diaper bag," the woman yelled out, as she marched across the yard. "Some idiot almost packed it in the truck."
"MOTHER!" Morty called out as the old woman disappeared from his sight. "Mother......... PLEASE don't leave me here alone."
"MORTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!." Mother Mouse screamed as the woman threw the diaper bag into the old rusty station wagon.
Mother Mouse cried as the old car made it's way down the street. "Please... please bring me back.... please bring me back to my baby. Oh Morty..... Morty... I'm soooooooo sorry!"
Morty Mouse was so frightened that he didn't know what to do. "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY MOTHER!" he yelled as the human's walked back and forth from the house to the truck. "WHERE DID YOU BRING HER?"
Mother Mouse paced back and forth inside the dark pocket. "Oh Morty.... my baby.... where are you?"
The old woman continued to drive further and further away. When the car finally came to a stop, Mother Mouse sat up and wiped the tears off of her face. "Where am I?" she thought to herself. "Oh my... how did I ever get myself into such a horrible mess?"
The old woman opened the car door and quickly slammed it shut. Then she walked around to the other side of the car and threw open the back door.
"WHERE'S MY SON?" Mother Mouse screamed as the old woman peered inside the car. "YOU BRING ME BACK HOME RIGHT NOW!!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME????"
But the old woman couldn't hear Mother Mouse at all.
"Well.... don't just sit there.... get your ass out of the car," the woman said as she grabbed the baby by the arm and pulled him down into the driveway.
"Mother Mouse gasped. "Oh my goodness. What a wicked old woman," she thought to herself.
"Go on.....get your ass in the house," the old woman continued. "I don't have all day, you know."
Mother Mouse fell backwards again as the old woman reached in and quickly grabbed the bag from the car. "Geez lady... could you be a little more gentle?," she said in a sarcastic tone.
"Hey...... get back here right now you little brat," the old woman sneered, as the baby toddled off across the yard. "Don't even think about making me chase you!"
The baby turned around and toddled back over to the old woman, who reached out and smacked him firmly across the side of his head. "Don't ever run away from me again," she snapped, as she dragged the baby inside the house. "And don't you start that God Damned crying either.... cuz I'll give you something to cry about. Do ya hear me?"
Mother Mouse closed her eyes and shook her head. "Oh no... that's no way to treat a small child," she thought to herself. "Who the heck is this lady anyway?"
The baby sat down on the berber-colored carpeting and whimpered quietly to himself, as the old woman paced back and forth across the room.
"Guess they think I've got nothin' better to do than chase a whiny snot-nosed brat around the house all day," she said as she reached into the cupboard and pulled out a bottle.
"Don't you even think about touchin' nothin' over here... do ya hear me?"
Mother Mouse was getting more and more worried as the old woman continued to speak way too harshly to the baby. She really wanted to slip out of the pocket and try to find a way to comfort the frightened child, but she was too frightened to leave the safety of the bag. So she just sat back and listened as the old woman drank from the bottle, and continued to mutter on about nothing at all.
"What a bitter old woman," Mother Mouse thought to herself. "What kind of a mother would send a small child off to stay with someone so dreadful?"
Mother Mouse closed her eyes and tried to block out the sounds of the room.
I don't know what I was thinking, Lord... and I know that I've made a terrible mistake. For some reason, I thought that it would be a good idea for Morty and I to move to the new home with the baby... but everything has gone all wrong now. Please..... please watch over Morty... and keep him safe until I can find my way back to him again. Please don't let anything bad happen to him while I'm....."
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH THAT!!!!!!!!!!!"
Mother Mouse stood up and peered out into the direction of the screams. Then she watched in horror as the old woman dragged the baby across the room by his hair.
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO STOP TOUCHING THINGS????
The baby screamed as the old woman reached up and turned on the burner to the stove.
"I'll TEACH YOU TO STOP PUTTING YOUR HANDS WHERE THEY DON'T BELONG!!!!" she screamed as she lifted the baby up into her arms.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooo," Mother Mouse screamed as she tried to climb out of the bag.