The Mouse Story by Suzanne
The Mouse Story contains language not suitable for young children. Parental Discretion is Advised.
"Keep your voice down! You're going to wake him up."
"I don't think they believed us," grumbled the baby's father as he threw himself down on the couch. "You know, you could have at least tried to be a little more convincing."
"Yeah... you get drunk and throw him through a window... and then you want ME lie to cover your ass!"
"What was I supposed to do... tell them the truth and have them throw me back in jail? I've been there before, and I have no intentions of going back there again! Besides, if he wouldn't get into things all the time... and make all those messes... I wouldn't get angry at him."
"I shouldn't have to lie because you can't control your temper."
"Do you want them to take him away from us? Is that what you want? Because... that's exactly what they'd do if you told them the truth."
"Shhhhhhhh.... keep your voice down! If he wakes up... he's going to start screaming his head off again."
"Yeah... go ahead... stand there and pretend that you're some perfect mother. It's not like you've never got pissed off and threw him around."
The baby's mother turned and walked away. "I'm going to go put him into his crib before you wake him."
"Yeah... you go do that... Miss Perfect Mother. And while you're at it... maybe you should sing him a lullaby," the baby's father said laughing. "Better yet... maybe I should nominate you for the "Mother of the Year" award or something. Since you're soooooooo perfect."
Father Mouse nudged Mother Mouse. "They're home, I'm going to go see what's going on with the baby."
Mother Mouse hugged her husband. "Morty sure would feel a lot better knowing that the baby was okay. Just please.... be careful. Okay?"
Father Mouse kissed Mother Mouse on the forehead and winked. "Have you ever known me to NOT be careful?"
Mother Mouse smiled as she shook her head from side to side. "No comment."
As she sat watching the evening news, Mother Mouse heard a pounding noise coming from Morty's bedroom. She tiptoed over and very quietly turned the knob. A cool breeze was blowing through the bedroom. Mother Mouse walked over to the window, and just as she was about to close it... she heard a soft peaceful whistle in the wind. Mother Mouse smiled to herself, closed the window, and walked over to Morty's bed. Morty was laying at the foot of his bed, with a Supermouse comic book tucked firmly beneath his chin. Mother Mouse lifted her son and quietly placed him up on his pillow. She gently pulled the covers up over his shoulders and kissed him on his cheek. "Sweet dreams Morty," she whispered as she picked up the book. As she turned to lay the comic book on the nightstand, a small piece of paper fell from within it's pages. Mother Mouse bent down to pick up the paper and noticed that Morty had written another poem.
Although Morty Mouse hated it when others read his poetry, Mother Mouse could never resist the urge to read his work whenever she happened to stumble upon it. Mother Mouse knew that Morty had a talent for writing, and she loved the way that his words and thoughts just seemed to flow right out onto the paper. Sitting down on the edge of Morty's bed, she began to read:
I'm looking towards the Heavens
wondering where you are-
You know, the distance is deceptive
when you're looking towards the stars.
Mom says you're up there somewhere
and I'm reaching out my hand-
but you're choosing not to answer
and I just don't understand.
My dad says I will hear your voice
If I listen towards the wind-
but you still don't seem to answer
and I'm doubting you again.
I feel so much... yet nothing at all...
as these tears fill up my heart-
yet taking a breath, I tell myself
we can't be far apart.
Please hear my prayers...
Please hold him tight...
and keep him safely
through this night.
by Mortan G. Maloney
Mother Mouse took the small piece of paper and placed it neatly inside the comic book. Then she quietly crawled up into the bed and wrapped her arms tightly around her son. "Mortan," she whispered. "God loves you and he loves the baby too. I wish you could believe that he heard you."
"Mother.. mother wake up!" Morty Mouse sat up in his bed and gently shook his mother's arm. "Mother what are you doing in here?"
Mother Mouse looked up at her son and smiled. "I must have fallen asleep."
"But why are you in here," Morty Mouse asked looking confused. "Why are you sleeping here in my bed?"
Mother Mouse rolled over and smiled. "Last night, I heard the wind blowing your door open and closed. I came in here to close the window and just as I was about to close it, I could have sworn that I heard someone talking.
"You heard someone talking in my bedroom," Morty asked giggling.
"Well I know that this is going to sound really strange, but I could have sworn that I heard someone whispering to me. At first I thought it was just the wind, but then I could actually make out the words."
Morty Mouse sat up and looked closely at his mother. "What did the wind say to you Mother?"
Mother Mouse shook her head back and forth. It said,"I'm holding him as tightly as I can."
"Morty's eyes grew wide. He threw his arms around his mother and gave her a big hug. "HE HEARD ME! OH MY GOSH! HE HEARD ME!"
Father Mouse opened up the bedroom door and came running into the room. "What's the matter! Morty... why are you screaming!"
Morty Mouse jumped up into his father's arms. "God... he heard me!"
"Of course God hears you Morty," Father Mouse said as he danced around the room with his son. "God always hears people when they talk to him. Oh... and guess what else?"
"What," Morty asked as he snuggled into his fathers arms.
"The baby came home last night, Morty. He has quite a few stitches on the top of his head, but it looks like he's going to be just fine."
Morty Mouse looked over at his mother and smiled. "Mother... it wasn't the wind that you heard last night. It was God! He was trying to wake me up by slamming my door. He wanted me to know that he was taking care of the baby."