Denia
pirate wench
Late last night I was awake doing school work (as usual) and after finishing a glass of cranberry juice, I walked it my kitchen to wash it. Just then I took a step back and felt something soft at my heel (I was barefoot) then followed my a high-pitched squeak. I quickly shifted and looked down to see a mouse. I tiny, little gray mouse. Being a complete coward (which you can sure I am) I ran over into the bedroom and rocked back and fourth in the fetal position for about 2 hours. My brother then told me I had killed the mouse. I am now and will be for some time, afraid to go into my kitchen.