WANTED:
Common House Mouse (hereafter called de mousie)
Crime: Bein’ in my house
Dat’s right mousie, you’s on notice. I be seein’ you hidin’ under de couch, whiskers a-twitchin’. I can smells you. You can be scamperin’ arounds under dere on your tiny little footies as much as you wants, but know dis: I’s ready to spend de whole night stalkin’ you. You mades a BIG mistake comin’ in to dis here house, cuz dis be MY house.
We can play dis hidin’-stalkin’ game for a bit, but den I wants to play de catch-you-and-bat-you-around-and-let-you-go-and-catch-you-again game. And den when you don’t play no mores, you will be a giftie for de Staff. Yup. Dat be your fate, mousie. Pull up your big mousie pants and come out to play. Heh heh heh.
Dis kinda reminds me of one of my favorites B. Kliban’s kitties, who sez:
“Love to eat dem mousies,
Mousies what I love to eat.
Bite they little heads off,
Nibble on they tiny feet.”
