Day 75: Flat Skin Sac's

I promised to tell you and I will appease it now. Sit down and love it. You shall be lulled to sleep as I speak with such perfection and soap clean honesty, I never speak no lies....We need to waft back in time, can you do that? Alright I'll help you. It was long ago, back, back to when I was merely 14, nearly 15. Now see the rippling as we are ripped through time to that horrid youth age of pimples. Rippply, Rippled Ripples of Rippling Ripples......And we are there! I woke up, back when I was normal. I did not see the sun as a hideous devil creation. So as usual I got out of bed and I did the normalest thing possible. I had breakfast and I went to the loo and I even brushed my teeth. I was in year 9 at high school (or second year for some people). Anyways, thanks for that interruption, I went to get dressed for school. I panicked because I forgot to close the curtains and the two-bum girl could have seen - if she didn't have 2 bums weighing her down on the other side of the fence. But as it would happen, nothing happened, so it was all ok. I was ready for school, but oh no! I forgot to feed my little mouse critters. I was so happy to have little mousies. They squeaked all night long, which was an unhappy experience, but I got over it with some Vaseline. On their wheel you filthy piece of cheese! Anyway, I looked at them. She, the black one, was the one I originally bought. Don't lie, if you had of rippled back in time like I said, you would see her too. And she had babies. lots of babies. But I loved only one of them. It was pure white but not with pink eyes, no, it had black eyes, but still, it was the runt of the litter. So tiny, tiny like a midget mouse. So I feed them and filled up their water bowl...and gave them some more food. Yeah, this is the school part of the day. I can not remember such every day survival of the ritualistic satanicness of school. And it was over and I was coming home. At last I was free of my class room cage and off to my home. As usual I races Sam to the letter box. Not because I wanted to, but because he did it everyday. I thought it was strange because we weren't friends, I thought, but he was all friend like after school. Too darn two faced for me I say. So I won, as usual and went off inside. I felt so happy to be inside and out of that hellish skank-hole called school. It really felt like I had to survive each and every day, back then, now I just think I was retarded. Anyways, I was feeling the comfort of my sanctuary and I said hello to my Mum and went to my room. At first I didn't notice. I read the sign on my wall "Homework gives you Brain Damage" and nodded with agreeingness. I looked over at the mouse cage and saw them frolicking on the wheel. There were too many really and they just clogged the wheel up. But where was whitey? I did not see him anywhere and they didn't et one scrap of food. I went in closer to has a closer look. But as I did I noticed a tail inside the mouse house. Oh, a sigh of relief as I had found my precious little one. AHHHHAAHAHAHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I screamed in my head like I was going to die. Whitey was not moving. I flung the lid off and grappled for the house. I lifted it up and saw that bitch mother rat sitting all innocent like, like "I don't know what your talking about. Hey do you like my new rug?" I was in a furious rage. I looked at whitey, but how did they do it? He was there, but he was flat?? Like he was sucked dry of all his insides, but the skin was right side out and the fur was super clean. Not one droplet of blood anywhere. How did they feast on his inside without there being a mess? There was only skin. Like an empty sac of skin. Well I was appalled. To the death you bitch. I grabbed that filthy black mother mouse and dragged her unsorry carcass outside. Here kitty, kitty, kitty. I called for my cat Roxy. Out of the blue he was rubbing against my leg. I said "So num, nums for you" and I threw here down on the floor at Roxy's feet. But Roxy did not eat the mousey. I could not watch it. Rox was beating hre up, but nothing more. Eat it I screamed, but Rox had never seen a mouse and had no idea what it was. So paws were flying and falling hard, flinging that thing around. I could take it no longer. I raced and stole the mouse away. She bite me! hanging, By the tail I ran. I ran to my room and flomped her down in the cage. I was so upset I had a cannibalistic mouse. She sat there in the open, breathing heavily. The family had flocked away into the house, sleeping on their new found rug. I was disgusted. Never could I forgive such treachery. I left them be and I did not return till I was forced to sleep. I did not want those mice any more. I strolled in to my room and loathed the thought of sleeping near them. I fell asleep and heard that usual sound of squeaking. I did not care. I awoke the next morning and do you know what I found? I found no mice except the mother. No rugs (I threw whitey away yesterday) and no baby mice. Not even a stray hair. How could you! I screamed at that evil mouse. That is when I noticed; her cold stare was looking at me. She hated me. I hated her more. I truly believe she was a devil minion for their food was still fresh and completely whole there in the bowls. I shook the house side to side. She only slide around, do not think I bashed her up. I just could not handle it any longer. She ate her family, for no reason. There was no male mouse, that one was my friends. I could be no more evil and I placed the cage down in it's spot. She stood there with an evil glare of hatred and devil loyalty.

Luckily she died from shock or something, because I could not have lived long with that trollop. I threw her carcass in the bin without any words or ceremonial crap. Get out of my life I said, I never want an evil pet again. You can't get much more evil that a cannibalistic mother mouse. It still haunts me to this day, 6 years on. So you see why I don't trust RatGirl, don't you.

The Key Was Rolling In The Bay.