"Of Mice and Women"
Hidden away towards the end of the street, was young Mary's cottage- a pleasure for all who did see.
With a lilac exterior and an array of flowers, several hopeful suitors had stood wasting their hours.
Inside the cottage and up the winding stairs, young Mary's tortoise comb ran though her hair.
For tonight one lucky gentleman soon would have, the chance to impress her and become her lad.
Humming so sweetly as clothes started to fly, her bed became a showcase for her wardrobe to lie.
Ribbon lace details, satin and silk, these clothes looked like Heaven, and for one – like a big bowl of milk!
For inside the wall, tucked neatly away, sat a little mouse named Chester, eager to play.
As soon as the bath water began to pour, Chester's little feet scurried across the floor.
A red cashmere sweater quickly caught Chester eyes, of all the jewels waiting for him, this would be his prize.
Poking his head inside the neck, Chester lay dreamily inside with only his tail untucked.
Celebrating that he had found this soft fabric to make his new home, his ears perked up as he felt he was suddenly not alone.
He chewed a tiny hole and peered one eye out, and gasped when he saw there was, in fact, a scout.
Drake was Mary's companion, so large in size, that his head comfortably could rest on Mary's bed, something Chester hadn't realized.
Dresses and shirts tossed in the air as Drake's paws began to move, Chester knew he should run for it, but the sweater felt so smooth!
Chester buried his body in the middle and began to hop, but the sweater did not bulge and his new plan came to a stop.
Trapped inside with Drake's teeth becoming near, Chester's little heart swelled with fear.
Furiously he began chewing tiny holes to escape, with finally a hole large enough, he ran with Drake nipping at his nape.
Into his hole Chester flew in a flash, his one second head start resulting in Drake's boisterous crash.
Leaping out of the water Mary rushed towards the commotion, she stood furiously watching Drake pawing in motion.
Quickly Mary's eyes scanned the floor then the bed, a faint feeling spreading through her head.
Pearls strewn about the floor and her dirty, torn clothes all over the bed, Mary's porcelain cheeks soon flushed with deep red.
Drake still pawing the wall whimpering at the hole, finally Mary took him outside to regain his control.
Hurt and disappointed howls could be heard the rest of the night, while Mary sat on her bed still in such a fright.
She cancelled her date and climbed into bed, for all she wanted to do was rest her weary head.
And as for little Chester, tucked away in his hole, his three children slept warmly under the piece of cashmere he successfully stole.
The End!