The Little Mouse

by White Wolf

The little mouse ran into his hole just one second ahead of a very large black cat. He squeaked and jumped back, as a paw entered the hole after him. A swipe of the extended claws narrowly missing the little mouse's nose. The huge paw swung back, this time barely grazing the little mouse's whiskers. Another squeak of fear escaped the trembling mouse.

"What's going on out there?" came the voice of a female mouse from deeper in the interior of the little mouse's home.

"It's the cat!" the little mouse cried. "He's after me!"

"How many times do I have to tell you not to go out there alone? Your cousin was turned into a snack, because he didn't listen. Do you want the same thing to happen to you?"

The cat pulled his paw out and stuck his head up to the hole and looked in. All that was visible was his huge, unblinking yellow eye.

The little mouse looked at his mother as she came toward him.

"I only wanted a piece of cheese," the little mouse said as he lowered his head. I won't do it again. I promise." He said it so contritely that his mother didn't have the heart to scold him anymore. She was sure that the scare from the cat would be enough to teach him a lesson.

The cat reached in one more time to make sure there wasn't a mouse within range, and then he turned around and walked away with one quick glance over his shoulder, his long black tail twitching in disappointment.

The little mouse grew up and lived to be a very old mouse, teaching his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren the lesson he had learned, when he was just a little mouse.

~End~