Monday, February 11, 2008

No one is getting out alive

“No one is getting out alive!” the man in black shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Not even me?” the church mouse asked.

“Yes, even you. Little rodent I could step on you and no one would notice.”

“My mom would,” he replied.

“Then I would step on her.”

“What if we stepped on you?” the little church mouse asked.

“How is that possible?” just as he asked mice from overhead fell on his head. They clawed at his eyes and ran into his mouth.

The morel of the story: Don’t mess with mice they run together.


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