The Mouse Story by Suzanne
The Mouse Story contains language not suitable for young children. Parental Discretion is Advised.
"YOU ROTTEN LITTLE SHIT!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? WHEN ARE YOU EVER GOING TO LEARN TO STOP MAKING ALL THESE MESSES???"
The baby's father screamed so loudly that Father Mouse nearly jumped right off the edge of his chair.
"Oh no... here we go again," said Mother Mouse as the baby began to scream.
Morty Mouse threw his book down on the bedroom floor and came running out into the livingroom. "What's going on?"
"He's at it again," Father Mouse said nervously, as he began slipping on his shoes.
"I'M SO SICK OF YOU," screamed the baby's father. "SO SICK OF ALL OF YOUR CRAP!"
The baby's father lifted his son up out of the high chair and began shaking him. "WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO CAUSE SO MUCH TROUBLE," he screamed. I"M SO SICK AND TIRED OF CLEANING UP AFTER YOU ALL THE TIME!"
"Father... what's happening," Morty Mouse asked in a frightened voice.
Mother Mouse shrieked as she heard the loud thump... followed by the sound of breaking glass.
Father Mouse pushed Morty aside, and ran out the door into the kitchen. "Oh no!," he screamed. "No.... no.... no!"
The baby's mother came running into the room so fast that she nearly stepped right on top of Father Mouse. "OH MY GOD! LOOK WHAT YOU DID??? HE"S BLEEDING!!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM???"
There was broken glass everywhere. Father Mouse stood there in complete shock as he watched the blood oozing from the top of the baby's head. The room was covered with broken glass and the baby was screaming louder than ever.
"YOU THREW HIM... DIDN'T YOU??? YOU THREW HIM!!! OH MY GOD... YOU THREW HIM AT THE WINDOW!!!"
The baby's father stumbled across the room and picked up the baby. He held him closely and began to cry. "I didn't mean to hurt him! Oh my God! I'm so sorry! What have I done???"
Morty Mouse came running out into the kitchen, with Mother Mouse close behind him. "What's going on?"
"Mother, take Morty back into the house," Father Mouse said. "The baby's hurt. He's been hurt really bad!"
"Morty... get back inside," Mother Mouse said as she stepped in front of him to block his view.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE BABY," Morty Mouse cried as he tried to push his way past his mother.
"MORTAN.... GET BACK IN THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW," Father Mouse screamed.
Morty Mouse and his mother quickly disappeared back inside the house and Father Mouse moved in to try to get a closer look at the baby.
"HE'S HURT BAD," the baby's mother screamed as she paced back and forth across the kitchen. "I NEED A TOWEL! OH MY GOD... THERE"S SO MUCH BLOOD!!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM???"
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt him," the baby's father said as he cradled the baby in his arms and cried. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!"
"HE NEEDS STITCHES... HE NEEDS TO GO TO A HOSPITAL," his mother cried as she placed the towel over the top of the baby's head.
"Maybe we can get it to stop bleeding," the baby's father said as he lifted up the edge of the towel to take a closer look. "Maybe it's not as bad as it looks!"
"IT'S REALLY BAD," his mother shot back in an angry voice. "He NEEDS a doctor."
Father Mouse stood by helplessly as the baby's mother reached out and took her son from his father's arms. He watched in silence as the mother carried the baby through the livingroom and out the front door. The baby's father followed close behind.
"Oh no, " Father Mouse cried. "Oh no.... that poor, poor baby!"
Mother Mouse poked her head out of the door. "What's going on? Where' s the baby? Is he okay?"
Father Mouse was so deeply lost in thought that he didn't even hear the questions. "Oh no," he said softly to himself. "Oh no... what have they done?"
Mother Mouse slowly walked past her husband, being very careful not to step on the blood stained glass. "There's a lot of blood here! Do you think he's going to be okay?".
Father Mouse still didn't answer her. "Oh my... what have they done," he said as he sat down on the floor shaking his head back and forth.
"Where's the baby, Father," Morty Mouse asked nervously as he looked around the room. "Where'd everyone go?"
"Morty," Father Mouse began. "Morty... the baby's been hurt. They took him to the hospital. He's hurt very badly."
"What happened Father?"
Father Mouse leaned forward and covered his face with his hands. Mother Mouse walked over and sat down beside him.
"Father... are you okay, " she asked softly.
Father Mouse didn't answer. Mother Mouse reached out and put her arms around him, holding him closely. "This isn't your fault. There's nothing you could have done to prevent this from happening."
Morty Mouse very slowly walked over to examine the broken window. As he stood there gazing up at the stars... he began to pray.
"God... it's me... Morty! I hope you're up there somewhere listening tonight? I just don't understand any of this. I don't understand why they'd hurt him. God... there's so much blood over here. Can you see all this blood," he said as he pointed down towards the floor. "I think they hurt him really bad this time."
Morty Mouse began to weep. "Please... please God... please watch over the little baby tonight. Please don't let him die!"