As you may recall (perhaps not many of you), I reported the apparent assassination of an innocent rodent in Meg’s house yesterday.
In developing news, it seems that (as King Ben’s Grandma puts it) the mouse was, in fact, playing possum, and found an opportunity to flee the premises. I was asked for comment and offered the following
I’ve heard that the mouse that invaded the house
Is breathing. He lives on. He survives!
He’ll outlive the cat, ‘cause he’s better than that
And he claims to have more than nine lives
Unfortunately, further news arrived today that a mouse had been discovered in a state of post mortem, on the road outside Meg’s abode, the victim of an apparent hit and run. Whilst we still await positive identification (dental records and the like) the news is unlikely to be good. So I was forced to write a second obituary.
Such is our fate
Death has a date
For us all, including your mouse
We cannot pretend
It won’t come in the end
For one day we must all leave the house
Your mouse had his dances
Your mouse took his chances
He emerged from a fight with your cat
On the road heard a motor
A battered Toyota
He is now irreparably flat.
That, I think, is the end. There will be no further updates other than funeral arrangement details for those wishing to attend.