Oh my word.
The little kids talked me into taking them
to the pet store today.
I didn't want to go, but I figured
it would buy some time
with not taking them to the zoo.
But you can imagine how horrified I was
when I saw this:
Do you see that poor little white mouse in the corner
of that snake cage?
I nearly crawled out of my skin in sheer horror.
And the snake even went back to the corner and
sniffed around the mouse a bit.
Just to taunt it, I'm certain.
The poor little thing was shaking in its little pink boots.
I was shocked and devastated.
Don't explain to me the circle of life.
I do know how the story goes.
I live on a mini-farm, after all.
Living things constantly come and go around here.
It's just terrifying to see it play out
in a retail establishment.
I retold the whole story at the dinner table tonight.
No one seemed as disturbed as me.
Is nothing shocking anymore?
It's a travesty!
The End.
Don't be surprised if I suddenly announce
that I am adopting a little white mouse.
Except that I despise mice.
Let's just forget we ever had this conversation.
I'm ready to move on with my life.
Good bye.
