Mr. Blue

Whoosh! The broom came crashing into the wall, and I dove to the left to avoid the shoe from sending me to an early grave. I ran with my heart pounding heavily until I was out of his sight.

The sound of bottles, plates, utensils, sticks, shoes, mops, brooms, and so many more never ceased to come from Mr. Blue’s room. These sounds were the result of things thrown at me, just to end me. And these sounds kept coming from Mr. Blue’s room almost every day!

Our neighbors are beginning to think that Mr. Blue is starting to go crazy due to the frequent yelling, stomping, clanging, smashing, clattering, and slamming sounds coming from his room. But, it’s me who is responsible for everything.

Mr. Blue’s doorstep and its surroundings used to be littered with leftover cookies, candy, fruit, and a variety of foods.

After observing this for a while, I started coming around more often to have my fill.

But I noticed the food supply wasn’t regular, so I sought to break into his home and get myself to that place where those delicious, creamy, chocolaty, tasty, sweetish—you name it—foods were coming from!

Once I saw Mr. Blue’s door open, I scurried into his room, made some quick observations, and once I found it comfortable, I made myself at home.

I started feeding on almost everything I set my teeth on. I fed and rummaged through his supplies, such as instant noodle packs, single-serve milk, packets of chocolate drink mix, and custard, and bit into his oil packets.

I once stole his meat from the table where he left it while he went out to get a cold drink. I nibbled on a few pages of his Bible. I gnawed on his shoes and left his house with feces and urine. I chewed his cable for the TV service. I ate many things and also ruined many things.

I was a fearless rat. A rat that could exchange a long stare with you and not move an inch, unless I sensed you wanted to harm me.

I created many nests in Mr. Blue’s room. I made a nest in his sound system speaker, I burrowed into his couch and made it my nest, and I even made a nest in his wardrobe and his shoes.

I did many unspeakable and terrible things to Mr. Blue.

Mr. Blue did everything in his power to stop my terrible activity in his house, but all his efforts yielded no positive results.

One evening, Mr. Blue was busy in his room doing some drawing when I decided to take a stroll on his cozy rug. As I strolled, I smelled bread. I was curious, so I traced it and found it on the table, very close to where Mr. Blue was seated.

I watched, just like every other day, and when I was sure Mr. Blue’s attention was fixed on his drawing, then I made my move. I climbed up the chair and jumped onto the table where the bread was. Quickly, I started nibbling on it.

I tried everything in my power to ensure that I didn’t attract Mr. Blue’s attention, but the plastic covering the bread didn’t cooperate with me. It made a crackling sound that caught Mr. Blue’s attention.

When I noticed Mr. Blue moving, I froze and stayed still to see what he would do next.

I saw Mr. Blue get up from the rug where he was seated and approach the table with crayons and pencils in his hands. Immediately, I sensed danger and reserved a piece of bread in my mouth. I escaped from the bread plastic.

As soon as I got out of the bread plastic, a screwdriver hit me and bounced on the floor. I was scared to my core! I didn’t see it coming! A blue pen came next, but I dodged it.

“My aim is back to 100%,” I said to myself happily and quickly.

Then, I started facing attacks of crayons of various colors, all at once from different directions.

I dodged the first one, the second one, and the third one… I was about to jump off the table when a fork caught my limb and stuck me to a sheet on the table. At the same time, a knife came close but missed.

“Finally!” Mr. Blue said.

“I told you, my accuracy is second to none,” a female voice said excitedly.

My heart raced, and I trembled. I squealed because I was distressed.

But I was surprised by how things turned out. How was I caught today?

Then I heard two voices talking: Mr. Blue’s and another voice I didn’t recognize, but I paid more attention to the unfamiliar voice.

I took a glance at the other person who was also in the room without my knowledge, only to discover it was Mr. Blue’s girlfriend, whose bra strap I once nibbled on. I was shocked when I realized she was the one teaming up with him today to catch me.

Unfortunately, my realization was short-lived when they attacked me with a bunch of crayons.

PS 😂 In case you’re wondering how this story got here, well, I’m in the spirit world providing a clear description of what happened on that eventful day. 😊😊

If I may ask, what’s your relationship with the mouse in your home? 😂

Story by the author: Veronica Johnson