Minnie's dashing through the woods, sobbing. She and Mickey had a huge fight, she threw all of his things on the ground like his cheese, his dog, his cartoons. She even threw his books outside, and ran away from the house because of it.
She had tried many times to wipe the tears away from her eyes, and even more tears would flow.
Minnie realized she didn't look where she was going, and bumped into...a forest.
"Y-yoo-hoo...anybody there?" She said, scared.
She looked around. There was no way for her to remember which way she came, and no way to know what lied ahead.
She sat down, and buried her face on her knees as she looked around.
"Help me..." She attempted to call, but all that came out was just a whisper.
The poor girl mouse started crying into her palms.
"Minnie?" Someone called out. "Minnie..."
Minnie got up to her feet, and she could hear footsteps getting closer.
Out of the fog, a mouse emerged. He was wearing shorts with yellow buttons, and shoes already.
"Minnie!"
Mickey dashed towards his gal, and the both of them hugged each other, crying. Not out of fear anymore, but in relief finding each other.
"Minnie, thank gosh you're alright...Donald told that you ran here, so I came after you. Oh gosh, I'm so sorry for the bad luck I had for you...very sorry for breaking up with you..."
"It's alright, Mickey, I shouldn't have broke up with you as well...could we get back together?"
"Of course we can, you little mousey gal! You're my girlfriend, and nothing can change that.
He grabbed Minnie's hand.
"C'mon, Min, let's get outta this place...our friends are waiting for our Thanksgiving dinner." Mickey said, leading the way out of the forest, hand in hand with Minnie.