Opps Part 2: When I Was Tired

Last night I heard a mouse scamper across my bedroom floor. I got out a mouse trap and added a piece of cheese. I set the mouse trap on the floor. The thing is, they are delicate. The trap snapped closed on my index finger. I tried to open the trap and pull it off my finger, but anger and the dark mixed and I tripped over my shoes and landed on the floor.

I was in a daze. I feel something soft on my cheek. I opened my eyes and saw the mouse’s face right in front of mine. The mouse said, “Are you okay?”

I said, “I don’t think so.”

The mouse put it’s shoulder into me and I was lifted up into a sitting position. The mouse said, “Let’s get you up so you can lay down in bed and rest.”

I leaned on the mouse for support and I made it up and I fell back into bed. The mouse was tucking me in when it saw the mouse trap on my finger.

The mouse said, “Was this for me?”

I felt badly. I said, “Yes, I’m sorry. I was tired and made a rash decision. Can you forgive me?”

The mouse sprang open the trap, pulled my finger out, and popped the cheese in its mouth. The mouse smiled and said, “Thanks for the cheese!”