I am Mary Mousey Titweather and I am happy in my meadow/field. I have two children and they are nice children/mice. My husband is dead and I watch the tractor that killed him every day when I get honeysuckles for the children. It circles the crops. I certainly don’t mind. I respect the grace of eternal decision. Sometimes at night I have sex with Claude Witchencall the Tom Mouse. We lick each other’s genitals down by the peach grove. I can’t complain about my life too much. I make wonderful mouse pie/cake.
   What else should I tell you. Well, I am a good person, and I know what’s right. I deserve a real prize for my passion and dedication to every mouse in the community, big and small. Every spring here in Mouseland we have a nice fair – you know, a festival, a carnival, a get-to-know-you- meet-and-greet-sing-song. We like it. I’ve grown to enjoy it a lot. I really get involved in it. I even find myself dreaming of it in the summertime, looking forward to it. I’m really good at making mouse pickles and I sell a lot of them at the fair. My favorite mouse sex position is “up.”

8:27 pm  •  6 June 2011  •  11 notes