Pokemon belongs to Nintendo, 4Kids Entertainment, Warner Brothers, and Satoshi Tajiri. I am not
profiting from the production of this fic. Feedback to fish_stomp@yahoo.com. Ben Weasel says "scree!"
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Three blind mice, three blind mice…
The song had been on continuous repeat in his mind for several hours. It was proving to be a very taxing
experience, especially since the song was twenty seconds long and had only one verse.
Still, it was ironic how perfectly it fit.
Three blind mice, see how they run.
There they were, and had been for a while now. It seemed a scene doomed to repeat itself almost daily, the
three standing in a little circle screaming their lungs out for the forest full of Pokemon to hear. It wasn't
like it was a difficult map to follow, Pikachu had figured out their route last night while Ash and Misty
were arguing about who was more mature.
Ah, young love.
And now somehow the squinty-eyed one had managed to get them lost again. The little ring of shouting
continued as Pikachu sulked on a rock.
If this song fit so well, then where did the farmer's wife come in to cut off their tails? And since the rest of
the group was tailless, what would she cut off instead? Would she even bother?
It is a sad day, Pikachu thought, when one ponders on the nuances of nursery rhymes. The rancor
continued in the background.
Three blind mice, see how they run.
Why HAD the farmer's wife cut off the mice's tails in the first place? If she hated mice so much, why
didn't she just set a trap?
Pikachu shuddered at the image of a mousetrap. As highly evolved as he was, he still held a healthy fear of
the dangerous little contraptions. That and angry cats.
Then again, who wasn't afraid of an angry cat?
They all ran after the farmer's wife, she cut off their tails…
"I am NOT an idiot! Take that BACK, Ash Ketchum!"
…with a carving knife.
"Why should I? You're the one that follows me around everywhere. If you hate it so much, then go
away!"
Three blind mice, three blind mice…
"Would the two of you calm DOWN?" Brock seemed more upset than either of the feuding children.
Pikachu glanced up.
Well, he's certainly blind. How does he see? See how they run…
"He started it!"
"Did not!"
See how they run…
"Too!"
"Not!"
"SHUT UP!"
They all ran after the farmer's wife…
Between the song and trio of sparring adolescents, it was becoming hard on the electric rodent's nerves.
She cut off their tails…
He didn't even notice the sparks flying from his cheeks until he had discharged several hundred volts of
electricity in the general direction of his travelling companions.
The three friends, burnt to a crisp, finally silenced.
…with a carving knife, three blind mice, three blind mice…
profiting from the production of this fic. Feedback to fish_stomp@yahoo.com. Ben Weasel says "scree!"
~*~*~
Three blind mice, three blind mice…
The song had been on continuous repeat in his mind for several hours. It was proving to be a very taxing
experience, especially since the song was twenty seconds long and had only one verse.
Still, it was ironic how perfectly it fit.
Three blind mice, see how they run.
There they were, and had been for a while now. It seemed a scene doomed to repeat itself almost daily, the
three standing in a little circle screaming their lungs out for the forest full of Pokemon to hear. It wasn't
like it was a difficult map to follow, Pikachu had figured out their route last night while Ash and Misty
were arguing about who was more mature.
Ah, young love.
And now somehow the squinty-eyed one had managed to get them lost again. The little ring of shouting
continued as Pikachu sulked on a rock.
If this song fit so well, then where did the farmer's wife come in to cut off their tails? And since the rest of
the group was tailless, what would she cut off instead? Would she even bother?
It is a sad day, Pikachu thought, when one ponders on the nuances of nursery rhymes. The rancor
continued in the background.
Three blind mice, see how they run.
Why HAD the farmer's wife cut off the mice's tails in the first place? If she hated mice so much, why
didn't she just set a trap?
Pikachu shuddered at the image of a mousetrap. As highly evolved as he was, he still held a healthy fear of
the dangerous little contraptions. That and angry cats.
Then again, who wasn't afraid of an angry cat?
They all ran after the farmer's wife, she cut off their tails…
"I am NOT an idiot! Take that BACK, Ash Ketchum!"
…with a carving knife.
"Why should I? You're the one that follows me around everywhere. If you hate it so much, then go
away!"
Three blind mice, three blind mice…
"Would the two of you calm DOWN?" Brock seemed more upset than either of the feuding children.
Pikachu glanced up.
Well, he's certainly blind. How does he see? See how they run…
"He started it!"
"Did not!"
See how they run…
"Too!"
"Not!"
"SHUT UP!"
They all ran after the farmer's wife…
Between the song and trio of sparring adolescents, it was becoming hard on the electric rodent's nerves.
She cut off their tails…
He didn't even notice the sparks flying from his cheeks until he had discharged several hundred volts of
electricity in the general direction of his travelling companions.
The three friends, burnt to a crisp, finally silenced.
…with a carving knife, three blind mice, three blind mice…