The stiff, cold body of Mickey Mouse was found swirling in a weir of a local swimming pool, early Saturday morning. An expression of hopelessness was etched on the frozen features of his little mouse face. Silently telling a sad story of giving up. This shocking discovery was made by Tweety, a close family friend who’s been actively pursuing all kinds of leads to try and find out what happened to the famous mouse, after his disappearance two weeks ago.
It seemed Mickey paid the ultimate price for choosing a life of crime. Continue reading
“Love, what are we going to do? The fire destroyed all the food we had.”
Minnie was battling to hold down the tears sparkling in her eyes. A fragile, concerned mother trying her best to console her youngest, Mickey Jr, who’s been up all night with colic, implying constant crying, which is something you don’t wish on your worst enemy.
“Minnie, I’ve told you I’ll make a plan. I have found a house, there is plenty of food, standing in a bowl on the floor. It’s easy pickings. I think it belongs to their version of Pluto. I’m going back there again tonight.”
I steal food.
“Are you sure it’s safe? I won’t make it if something happens to you. Besides I’m definitely not going to raise all three of your kids on my own.”
“It’s safe, stop worrying. The inhabitants of the house are oblivious to my nightly scavenging. Just trust me.” He was trying his best to hide the anxiety in his voice. Continue reading