The mouse crawls across the ground. Scuttles, more like, frightened of the people that are all around. It has never seen so many strangers - and by that, the mouse means 'freaks - in one place.

Soon, one of them will tread on him.

He squeaks quietly.

"What's this?"

Before he knows it, the mouse is in someone's hand, held in mid-air. He looks around in terror, trying to see his capturer.

The End

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