To Save The Day

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Feline slept soundly wrapped in a single pale yellow sheet. A warm spring breeze gently sweeping across the room brought to her ears soft padding steps, a small high pitched yelp, and absolute silence. 
Smiling through her very light late night slumber, she thought, almost speaking, “Maurice strikes again. What a mouse catcher you are, cat. You are indeed my hero.”
Maurice was a gray tabby with brown stripes who purred every time Feline pulled his ears. He earned his keep by quickly and neatly dispatching any and all rodents who dared enter her small cabin. He came to Feline by way of a boyfriend who was no longer in her life.
The scene in the kitchen of Feline’s small, well-kept cabin was almost as in her dream. There were a few exceptions.  Minny, the field mouse, was no longer cowering against the refrigerator door expecting to be eviscerated by that damned cat.  Maurice the cat was laying on his side with his throat ripped out, blood still pooling on the tiles. A giant mouse, unlike most, happily lapped the blood, something like a canine, right down to his fangs which did bear a slight resemblance to those of a small hound. To further the hound analogy he was about fifty pounds.
Poor Minny, still trembling, could only whisper her thanks. Daintily stepping over her poo and piddle, she stammered out, “Thank you Mighty Mouse. You have indeed saved the day.”
“Think nothing of it.”, said the Mighty Mouse. “And don’t be afraid of the humans either.”
“But,” said Minny, “You are still a mouse and no match for the people race.”
“True, “ said the mouse messiah, “But remember, I am still growing.”

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