the mouse people. they're coming by the dozens. hundreds. thousands. they're mortar between the bricks and i don't like their pointy teeth. they're bigger than housecats, fat housecats. i saw one once at the cracker barrel, he crawled out of my mashed potatoes but i still ate them. it was only one that time, but now there are enough to eat all the mashed potatoes and there will be none left for me. i do not approve; i really like mashed potatoes.
