Okay, time for my OTHER mouse story. This one is more cute and happy and stuff. :)

This happened in our house in Holland. I was about 10, my sister was 6. We were watching TV in our living room, when we saw something very small skitter underneath the desk in the corner. I thought it was a lint ball, my sister thought it was a spider, so we went and tugged the desk away until we could see it - a baby mouse! It was laying down in a mass of electrical cords we had plugged into the wall there, so we went and got my mom and showed her.

She took one look at the mouse and said, "It's a plug."

"No, it's a MOUSE!" we said. "We saw it move!"

"No," she said with that LOOK parents have when they don't believe you, "it's just an electrical plug."

"But but but... it's a MOUSE!" we said in desperation. My mom was about to repeat that it was a plug when the mouse moved. There was nothing to do but to get it in a nice warm box, make it a little bed, and name it Plug. :)

We put Plug's box out in the shed, and cut a little opening in the box so that Plug could leave whenever she (we dubbed it a she, being girls and all - I believe my sister wanted to tie a bow to its tail) wanted to. The shed had holes in the side anyway, so she could leave that, too. Plug stayed in there for about a week, and each morning we put a little bottlecap full of water in the box, along with some unpopped popcorn kernels. We were very sad when Plug left.

Sosi"it's a MOUSE!"qui