The Adventures of Minnie Mouse

Minnie Mouse had never felt pain like this before. She had felt it when Pluto had died but she never really knew the meaning of the word until the day she lost both her best friend and husband. Her heart ached with the pain and tears swelled in her eyes, waiting to be set free in a deluge of water. Minnie sat kneeling in front of the tombstones. Rain pounded down on her as the people of her kingdom laid their lost ones in their graves. These were the victims of the Phantom Blot's rule of France when she was away. She had come home to find millions of her subjects dead. Today they were being laid to rest. As the priest finished the prayer they walked silently and slowly out of the graveyard, their loved ones were left behind.

Minnie was clutching a bouquet of black roses. She held back her tears as she looked sorrowfully at the grave of Pluto. It read:

Here Lies a Good Dog Who Loved Life and Everything in it.

He Was Also a Good Friend and Pal.

We Will Miss Him Deeply.

Minnie took a shuttering breath and let it out. She had never felt this before. Pain. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She leaned on her father's hand and closed her eyes, happy to have a confident being to take the pain off her heart. But it was not the good help that she had hoped. Instead the hand lifted her up and forcibly turned her around. Her father looked outraged and slightly purple in the rain. "What are you doing?" he shouted at her.

"I just wanted…" Minnie began but her father cut her off.

"I was just…bah!" he mimicked. "I don't want anymore of this nonsense. Now that that…urchin is dead your mother and I are taking back the throne. We want you to come back and forget about all of this." He said. Minnie shook her head.

"A couple more minutes, please." Minnie asked. Her father seemed to explode then he turned and stormed off. Minnie put her head down and walked the way to where Mickey's empty grave was. She kneeled down and cried. Yes. Minnie Mouse had finally felt pain.