| The Mouse |
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| Written by Isaac Grade 7 | |||
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On a bright sunny cloudless day in Greensburg there was a short stubby man named George. George wore a red stitched sweater vest and black formal pants with white pin stripes. The man was balding at the top of his head. He also had a slight vision problem so he wore very thick gold glasses. Without them he would wonder around like a blind man bumping into everything around him. George or Mr. Johnson lived in a rather large brick house on a wealthy street. Everyone on the street had flawlessly cut lawns and professionally cut hedges. In that neighborhood it seemed as though it was always sunny. George was sitting on his favorite red lazy boy recliner reading the New York times. He would glance out the window to peek at his new pool with crystal blue water imported from the Caribbean. The grass around the pool was almost bright green. The hedges cut so perfectly square they formed a little wall to keep it private. George sitting in the chair yawned lazily as it was a Saturday so he was carefree. When George finished reading the column on theatre he got up and saw a lump under the red handmade Italian rug. He immediately attacked the lump with his foot. The lump squealed and ran into the minute hole in the wall. He thought it would come back under the rug because that is where all the crumbs are kept. George ran into the kitchen to go and tell his wife Ellen. Ellen was also a short lady, she had curly blond hair with lots of volume, she smelled of wild roses and lollipops. Ellen was making ham, cheese and mustard sandwiches. The aroma of mustard in the air was strong. George explained to Ellen what had happened. Ellen handed George a sandwich and told him to sit down at the table and eat. George sat at the expensive handcrafted wood seat and placed his sandwich on the wooden table painted tan. During the lunch Ellen suggested that he should go buy a mousetrap and set it under the rug where the mouse would go. George went to the humongous superstore and searched the store for hours looking for a little mousetrap. When he finally found one he drove back to his mansion in his bright shinning yellow Lamborghini and set the mousetrap in thee middle of the wooden floor underneath the rug where Ellen had suggested.The next day he woke up and looked out his window only to see that it was another sunny day. He ran downstairs as exited as a young boy on Christmas morning. He saw a big lump under the rug. He lifted up the rug only to discover a little mouse. The mouse was white but had a little bit of dirt in his hair so it looked grayish and couldn’t be longer than 760mm long. The mouse had a little pink nose and very small pointy ears. He had a small tail and big blue eyes. George felt sorry for the animal so he felt he should properly Barry the mouse at the park. The icky smell of the dead mouse filled the whole house of a horrid stench. It smelled like a year old piece of expired cheese. He ran downstairs to the basement to get some yellow rubber gloves and a Columbia shoe box, went upstairs, picked up the dead animal and placed him in the box. George drove to William Meadow Park and buried the little critter under a tall oak tree. When he hopped in his car the strong smell of the oak trees rose. He drove back to his mansion, crawled back into his king sized bed and went back to sleep.
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