I've been mourning the loss of a little critter of late. I don't know why I am so sad about it. It's just a mouse! I'd probably scream or freak out if I saw it in my kitchen or something. So here's the story:
Troy took Kira out on the porch the other day and saw a little fuzzy mouse rubbing his whiskers and basking in the sunlight. He stepped on it and it crunched under his foot. The story gets worse. Kira only said one word, and I think it was a question, "Puppy?".
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Ahhhhh... So sad! What a cute girl!
Yuck! Hopefully Kira isn't scarred for life.
OH! Reminds me of the day that Curt "caught" the mouse in Brenda's room using the wrong side of the garbage can. I've never seen him move faster than when he scooped that dead little critter into the plastic bag and made a run for it, hoping that the kids didn't realize he was a mouse murderer!
Guess you'll need to get a puppy now.
That is so sad...but so funny. I love kids.
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