The Mouse Story by Suzanne
The Mouse Story contains language not suitable for young children. Parental Discretion is Advised.
Chapter Eight
Father Mouse ran out the door faster than Mother Mouse had ever seen him run before in her entire life.
"Morty, STAY HERE," Mother Mouse screamed as Morty Mouse headed for the door.
" But.... I NEED to go, Mother! Please, please let me go with him," he begged.
"Your father told you to stay here Morty, and he meant it!."
The screams echoed throughout the entire house. Morty Mouse slowly backed towards the door as he continued to argue his case with his mother.
"He might need my help," he continued to argue. "What if he needs me?"
"Mortan, I won't say this again," Mother Mouse said as she moved in front of him, arms folded firmly across her chest. "You're still a child, and you will do as your Father says, young man! Do you understand me?"
Morty Mouse glared at his mother, then took off running towards his bedroom. He slammed the door so hard that he sent a family photo flying across the room.
Mother Mouse removed her apron and tossed it onto a nearby chair. "I am soooooooooo sick of this. When are we ever going to enjoy just one day of peace around here?"
Morty Mouse drew the blanket up past his neck and covered his nose. As he stared blankly at the ceiling, he thought about the baby.... and about Father Mouse. "I should have been able to go with him," he muttered to himself. "Why does everyone always treat me like a baby?"
Morty Mouse squeezed his eyes shut tightly, as he attempted to stop the tears from falling. When he finally opened them again, Mother Mouse was standing in the doorway watching him.
"Would it help to talk about it son," she asked in a soft voice.
Morty Mouse rolled over on his side, and pulled the blankets up over his head.
Mother Mouse stood by quietly, as she gazed down at the large lump under the covers. "Morty sure was growing up fast," she thought to herself. It was days like today that she found herself wishing that Morty was just a baby again, so she could pick him up and cuddle away all of his fears. Yet, right now... she just wished that she could find the right words to bring him a little comfort.
"Goodnight Morty," she whispered. "I love you!" Then she turned off the light and gently pulled the door closed behind her.
Father Mouse scampered down the hallway as fast as his legs would carry him. When he stopped outside of the baby's bedroom, his little heart was beating so fast that he thought he would never be able to catch his breath.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?," the man's voiced shouted. "YOU HAVEN'T FED HIM OR CHANGED HIS DIAPER ALL DAY? WHAT KIND OF A MOTHER ARE YOU ANYWAY?"
Father Mouse quietly tiptoed underneath the door and hid himself behind the leg of the crib. As he peered around the corner to take a quick look, he could see the baby's father frantically waving his hands around in the air.
"I HAVE TO WORK ALL DAY TO PAY THE BILLS! I CAN'T STAY HERE TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU'RE TAKING CARE OF HIM! JUST LOOK AT HIM," the baby's father yelled as he grabbed the mother by her hair and shoved her face down inside the crib. "CAN'T YOU SMELL THAT? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? WHAT KIND OF A MOTHER ARE YOU ANYWAY?"
The baby's mother let out an ear-piercing scream. Father Mouse jumped.
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? GET YOUR DAMNED HANDS OFF OF ME," the mother screamed as she slapped the baby's father across the face.
Father Mouse quickly climbed up the back of the baby's crib. "Shhhhhhhh.... it's okay, Little One.... it's okay," he said in a soft soothing voice. Please stop crying, everything is going to be okay.
The baby's mother ran out of the room crying. "IF YOU THINK IT'S SO EASY... YOU TAKE CARE OF HIM! HE DOESN'T EVEN WANT ME TO HOLD HIM! HE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE ME! ALL HE DOES IS SCREAM WHEN I'M NEAR HIM. HE DOESN'T WANT ME! HE JUST WANTS TO BE LEFT ALONE!"
"Shhhhhhh.... now, now, Little One. Just settle down. Father Mouse is here with you. You're just fine. Everything is going to be okay."
"WHAT THE HELL????????????????"
Father Mouse didn't see it coming, until it was much too late for him to get out of the way. The belt cracked like a whip, and sent Father Mouse flying up against one of the bars of the crib.
"HA..... I GOT YOU," the baby's father said in his most satisfied voice. Then he reached into the crib and picked up the lifeless little mouse by his tail.
"YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON'T CLEAN THIS PLACE UP," he screamed as he made his way down the hallway. "MICE! NOW THEY'RE EVEN CLIMBING INTO THE CRIB WITH THE BABY! TOMORROW.... YOU'LL GET THIS PLACE CLEANED UP IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU!"
The baby's father stomped outside and tossed the dead mouse into the garbage can.
"Damned mice," he muttered to himself.
