A mouse! Yes a mouse! A 4 inch fuzz ball with a tail created a fury of frenzied activity in our house last night. Armed with brooms and jittery feet we tried to corner our little foe. It darted towards the bed room and hid under the bed. We set up a barricade at the door and all of us (Salmata, Amoke with Ismeal in hand, Ibrahim, Agara, Boris and myself) jumped and swatted as it darted about the room. Squeals of laughter and fear echoing within the walls, I’m sure the mouse was squealing from fear as well, but we did not try to listen. We must have looked like some strange jumping circus with all of us leaping around wishing we could somehow levitate. Our furry foe made a mad dart towards our barricade of bags. Brooms ready on the other side we watched as Agara pulled back bag by bag, reaching in she grabbed it by its tail. Proudly parading her little captive, Agara proceeded to swing the mouse towards each of us with a giggle of joy. Lucky for this foe it had been caught by one who is tame of heart and who would release it to its freedom outside of the house.
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