He ducks between the electricity hubs, eyeing his next target. He moves hesitantly, waiting patiently for the noise he fears so much. Creeping along the side, he sees the eyes looming above him. He ignores the squeals and pointing fingers, always making him feel so insecure.
He scurries across to a scrap of something; its distinguished taste obscured by the grime that covers it. Regardless, the taste and comfort it brings is lasting. As he savours the lingering flavours of his meal, the distant hum starts. The ground beneath him tremours and he knows it is time to make his move. He quickly scans around for a spot to run to and immediately begins to panic. The hum grows into a loud rumble which reverberates through his protruding belly.
He begins to scurry parallel to the metal rails, his thoughts now set on the detour in the track in front. His legs begin to ache and when he thinks he can't muster any more strength, the wind begins to push him along. He holds on for dear life, knowing exactly what comes next.
The sparks ignite around him and the heat radiates from the metal. The hum and rumble is now a deafening noise and pierces his tiny ears. Just as he reaches safety, the massive machine rolls over him... he waits patiently for it to depart.
Wow, what a story! I was on the edge of my seat. So is Mousey alive or dead?
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