RIP Daring Mouse.

The Hero's of the story

Little legs trudge through the tall grass, little arms guarding his face.

 Two beady eyes watch, eyeing the small opening on his pant leg. Tiny feet propel the small furry body up and through that opening. Wild shrieking pierces the air. "Lucas what's wrong?" daddy asks as Lucas frantically claws the contents out of his pants pockets. Silence meets the question by my shaking little boy. A few steps later, the panicked shrieking starts all over, along with a death grip on his pant leg. Rick peels the pants down revealing a tiny foot and tail. Jeremy ( a friend) leans over and plucks the crushed dead mouse out of his death grip. RIP daring mouse you have learned your lesson well.