Mouse, Spiders and Me – a children’s story
by Jim Sliney Jr
I went to the basement to feed the mice and talk to the spiders. I liked the smell down there.
Sometimes Grandma yells, “Go play outside!”, but I don’t. I know she’ll never come check. She’s always sweeping.
Mom and Dad both work every day. When they get home they are tired. Jeremy – he’s my brother – he goes to school far away. I miss him sometimes. But the mice and spiders are always here and they’re never too busy to play.
Last night, after Mom and Dad went to bed, I heard a noise downstairs. I crept to the kitchen, then to the basement door. I tip toed to the basement. It was really dark, but I used the flashlight.
Behind the boiler I found a tiny mouse. He looked sick. I asked him “are you okay?”, but he didn’t answer me, because mice don’t know how to talk.
Jeremy always says I shouldn’t touch the mice but, I had to help him, the mouse was sick. Jeremy would understand. I put out my hand and the mouse smelled it. He probably smelled my Reese’s Pieces because he walked right into my hand.
Now I keep him in my bottom drawer. I made a comfy bed there out of tissues and popsicle sticks. And I gave him some of my polished rocks, plus, I sneak him bits of dinner.
When Pete Mouse is better, we will go to the scary place where all the old trains are and find his family. There are lots of mice there.
“Everyone has a family” I tell Pete Mouse, “and when they see you, they will be sooo happy”. But for now it is time for sleep. I crawl under my bed, say goodnight to Pete Mouse and the daddy-long-legs’.
THE END JJSjr
Special thanks to my teacher, Peter Catalanotto