They set up the table complete with lit candles and a cauldron. Then they pulled out the ingredients: a dehydrated lizard, liver of a blaspheming Jew, eyeballs, and a mouse. Now, the mouse was living. They had the poor thing in a jar no bigger than he was. As a lid on the jar they had a cork and cloth. Somebody pointed out to them that he probably didn't have enough oxygen which was why he was freaking out. Minutes later, when it was time to add the mouse to the potion, we noticed that it had stopped flipping out...
Noser was pulled by his tail from his tiny grave and dropped him with a plunk into the cauldron.
"Guys that really wasn't supposed to happen... But it did.." This was the only eulogy Noser would receive.
Poor Noser. But he's in heaven now.
Is there a moral to this story? Yes, there is. But I feel that if I need to explain it to you, I'm interfering with Natural Selection.
5 comments:
Just the man trying keep down the rodent revolution. I for one am saddened by these cruel and demousenizing actions. It's just such careless actions which are leading to the current smugness of house cats everywhere. Arm yourselves little mouse friends, you have an ally here.
You are alive!!! I am glad to see you posting. Poor Mouse-it is kind of disturbing.
What a fantasstic (Freudian slip of the fingers) photo you got of the little guy heading up the the Eternal swiss cheese.....
wow.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
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