[Sundae]

I had a mouse adventure the other day.
An adventure with a mouse.
I was on my lunch break, walking home to Diz, when I noticed a mouse ambling across the road. I mean he really didn't seem to be in any hurry. I considered that he might even be a tame escapee, because wild rodents usually dart and scamper.

Omg I really didn't want to see him made into mouse jam before I had my sandwich.
There wasn't any traffic on my side of the road because of the traffic lights at the nearby junction, so I went into the road to harry him a little, to hurry him up.

So he sought refuge under the nearest parked vehicle, a Mercedes van. Which had its reversing lights on. Sigh. I stood behind it, in clear sight of the mirrors and watched as Brer Mouse climbed into the alloy wheel. When will this responsibility ever end?

I had to go and knock on the window of the van, which it turned out was (about to be) driven by an immaculately turned out young blonde lady. "A mouse has just climbed into your wheel arch" I explained. "My wheel arch?" she asked, which I thought was odd, because my mind would have snagged on the word mouse, but hey, maybe she was stealing the van.
She got out and Mr Mouse's taily was sticking out. She shrieked then, in proper 50's sitcom fashion.

I reached in, hoping to spook Sir Mouse, before the lady either swooned or just got tired of the whole affair and drove off. Of course no mouse, tame or wild likes great big sausage fingers appearing suddenly. Bite. Ow! Withdrew said fingers sharply, without realising they were still mousified.

Whizz goes the mouse. Dangermouse, flying over the road, right into the path of the oncoming traffic. Exactly what I'd been trying to save him from in the first place.

Luckily the whole debacle had taken enough time for the lights to change and the traffic on the other side of the road was now static, queuing at the lights. A lovely lady in a very big white car saw something at least that made her brake.

I darted across the road, picked up Bitey Mouse from where he was lying on his back, stunned and deposited him in the flower bed. Oh, I picked him up by his tail, and he was alive enough to squeak at me, so maybe he did live. What can I say? I did what I could.

My finger of course bled like buggery. No tissues in my bag, all I could find was a strip of paper. I had to go home smeared with oil from the wheel, blood from the bite over my whole hand and running down to my wrist and the fear I'd been bitten by a mad mouse and still deal with a hungry cat, make myself a sandwich and get back to work!

Anyway. No real resolution to the story. Mouse was gone by the time I walked home. I didnt look on my way back to work. No infection from the bite. But if he was a weremouse I might not know the full extent until the next moon.