Here's a special, sneak peek of Mice Don't Taste Like Chicken. Keep your eyes and ears posted as August approaches for more information regarding the release. Enjoy!
Pinkies, Fuzzies, & Hoppers
“Did you know mice are the most intelligent beings on Earth?” Drew asked. He pulled a bag of shavings from the cabinet and placed it on the countertop.
“Where’d you hear that crazy talk?” Jackson said. He popped the top from the white mice cage.
“I don’t know. I read it in a book I borrowed from Mr. Cross.” Drew unlatched the water bottle from within the cage, unscrewed the cap, and poured the contents into the sink. “Says in there mice created the Earth as an experiment.”
Jackson slid his hands into a pair of protective gloves. “You do realize it’s a fiction book, right Drew? Besides, if these things are so smart then why would they make themselves the main course?”
Drew refilled the bottle and fastened the cap. “I know it’s not real. I guess I don’t like thinking of them as food.”
“Then caring for the meals is the job for you. Can you believe we pulled mouse duty the first week? What a glamorous way to spend recess.” Jackson peered into the cage and prodded the rat droppings inside. “How do these cocktail weenies produce so much poop?”
“You’re a cocktail weenie. Besides, cut the pinkies some slack. They can’t even open their eyes yet.”
“I like fuzzies and hoppers better. At least they have fur and can move around.”
“You can have ‘em. I don’t need a runaway mouse on my conscience.”
Jackson furrowed his brow. “Do you think they know?” The mice darted around the cage to evade Jackson’s hand.
“Gotcha!” Jackson lifted a hopper by its tail. It wriggled and lunged as it attempted to bite his finger. “That they’ll be mice-a-roni in a few days.”
Drew grimaced. “For their sake, I hope not.”
Jackson swung the hopper back and forth in front of Drew’s eyes. “What’s going through their little mouse brain before it happens?”
Drew swatted his hand away. “How should I know? I told you I don’t want to imagine them as food.”
“Bet they taste like chicken.” Jackson tilted his head back and held the hopper above his mouth.
“What makes you think that?”
“Dude, everything tastes like chicken.”
“You need serious mental help,” said Drew.
Jackson closed his mouth and swiveled his head. “What’s your problem?”
Drew pointed at the helpless mouse. “That. That’s my problem.”
“Everything needs to eat.” Jackson chomped his teeth.
“You’ll be eating rat poop if you hold it there any longer. Just put him down, or else...”
“Or else what?” Jackson opened his mouth and lowered the hopper.
“I said let him go!” Drew slapped Jackson’s hand. The mouse fell. Drew’s eyes widened as the mouse disappeared.
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