Tiger and Mr. Mouse

 

My dearest Andrew,

          You just would not believe what goes on around here!

          “Tell me, Mimi,” you say.

          Okay! I will!

          This week, our fierce fighting machine was out on the prowl looking for a worthy opponent. That means that Tiger was on the hunt.

          And Tiger is a very good hunter! He catches lots of mice — one or two every day!

          Tiger brings whatever he catches up onto my patio and eats it there.

          “EWWW,” you say.

          I know, right! But I think you would feel different about it if you were a cat! They like to eat mice!

          “At least he doesn’t play with his mouse before he eats it,” I told Pap-pap.

          Cats are notorious (new-tory-us) for playing with their food. That’s a big word that means it’s something they’re well known for.

          Two days later, Tiger came running across the yard with a mouse in his mouth.

          He likes to show me what he catches. “You’re such a good boy,” I always tell him and pet him on the head. Well, this time the mouse wasn’t dead!  

     

          Mr. Mouse just lay there for a little while then he got up and made a run for it. Tiger wasn’t worried. He knew he could catch him again, so he just watched him go.

          The mouse ran out into the tall green grass and didn’t stop until he came to my planter.

Tiger got up and followed.

           I thought Mr. Mouse would get under the flowerpot because it has little legs on it and then Tiger couldn’t get him.

But he didn’t stay put.

In a minute the mouse ran for the other planter. I knew he couldn’t get under this one because it sits flat on the ground.

          “Squeak!” Mr. Mouse cried when he saw Tiger come around the corner. “Squeak! Squeak!”  

 

          Then Mr. Mouse saw me. “Please don’t let him eat me!” he begged. “Please! Please! Pretty please with sprinkles on top!” 

          “I’m sorry,” I told Mr. Mouse and I really did feel sorry for him. “It is your fate.”

          If you watch any animal shows on TV then you know that some animals die so other animals can live. It’s just the way it is.

          “I hope you get away,” I told Mr. Mouse and since I don’t like to watch Tiger play with his food or eat the mice he catches, I went into the house.

          The next day I found Mr. Mouse. He had gotten away from Tiger by hiding in some stuff on the patio, but he had been hurt and died anyway.  

          And that is my sad but true story.

          I love you to the moon and back!