A Short Story on the Website of
Sawyer and the Naughty Little Mouse
by Melissa Neely (Apr 2009)
The Naughty Little Mouse came up to the Big House to look inside.
She liked to see what they were doing sometimes. The Naughty Little Mouse
climbed onto the windowsill and looked inside. No one was around.
Suddenly, the Naughty Little Mouse heard music, pretty tinkling music. It
made the little mouse want to dance around. She looked to see where it was
coming from. Hidden in the corner was the Little Blonde Boy. He was curled up
around the music. The Naughty Little Mouse wanted to see what was making the
pretty music; so she scurried down the window to get a better look.
The Little Blonde Boy seemed to be holding a little table with teacups
spinning to the music. The Naughty Little Mouse watched the tea cups spin and
spin, slower and slower, until they stopped. “Oh, my goodness, there are mice
in those teacups,” thought the little mouse. The mouse was happy to see that
someone in the Big House liked mice even if the Mommy and the Daddy did not.
The Little Blonde Boy finished
with the teacup mice and then tiptoed out of the room. When he came back the
spinning teacup table was gone.
The Mommy yelled, “Sawyer! Breakfast!” And the Little Blonde Boy ran
to the table, bumping his cup and sloshing his drink. The Naughty Little Mouse
licked her lips. The boy wiggled and squirmed and slurped and burped and
spilled. The Naughty Little Mouse licked her lips and thought, “Mmmm, his
breakfast looks yummy.” The boy suddenly jumped from the table and ran from
the room. He was gone as quickly as he had come.
The Naughty Little Mouse ran to the other windows to see if she could see
the boy. “What would he do next?”
In raced the boy with a box in his
hands. The boy was talking to himself, “And now Mousy the Magnificent will be
shot from the rocket launcher.”
The Naughty Little Mouse gasped in
horror, “Surely not!”
Then the Little Blonde Boy shot a
white tube of cotton with a tail out of the tube it was in. Up it flew, sailing
across the room. “Mousy the Magnificent breaks his own record. Yaah!” He ran
across the room with his arms flailing in the air. He snatched up the mousy and
began twirling the cotton tube by it string. “Now Mousy the Magnificent will
watch as Mousy the Flyer flies from the rocket launch.” Poof! Out flew
a new cotton tube.
The Little Blonde Boy ran to grab
that one and then twirled both his “mice” by their string tails. The boy
launched mousy after mousy as the Naughty Little Mouse looked on.
Suddenly a shriek came from the doorway of the living room. “Are those
mine? You clean this up and stay out of my bathroom,” the Mommy said.
“But they’re my mousies,”
the Little Blonde Boy whined.
"You may not have any more
mice. Those are mine, and they cost money," the Mommy said. The Little
Blonde Boy stuffed his mice in his pocket and threw the rocket launchers and
their wrappers away. The Mommy scowled and tapped her foot while he did his
work. “You find something else to play,”
said the Mommy as she left the room.
The Naughty Little Mouse waited and watched the Little Blonde Boy all
day. He was her favorite – he liked mice. Then she saw the Little Blonde Boy
jumping around the room, swinging a sword and whacking at things. He threw
cushions on the ground and bounced on his head and bottom. He threw himself into
the cushion pile and whacked them with his sword. When he whacked his Mommy’s
ceiling fan she yelled, “That’s it! Out of this house! You go run and play
outside.” The Little Blonde Boy never missed a beat, swinging his sword as he
went out the door.
As the Little Blonde Boy played
outside, the Naughty Little Mouse crept closer and closer to watch and wondered,
“What will he come up with next?”
He was scooping dirt and lining up
his mousies. He grabbed his sister’s furry bunny and made the bunny stomp on
all the mousies. The Naughty Little Mouse was horrified, but still she crept
The next thing she knew she was
being scooped up. The Little Blonde Boy snagged her by her tail. She squeaked
and squeaked, “Put me down. I don’t want to have to bite you.”
Loki Cat answered back, “Don’t
you dare bite my boy. Just play dead, and you’ll be alright.” Loki Cat
purred and meowed as he rubbed and wove around the Little Blonde Boy’s legs.
“You can’t have it. It’s my
bunny,” the Little Blond boy told Loki Cat. The boy scooped his mousies up and
ran to the door banging and kicking to get in. “Let me in!” he yelled to his
“Let yourself in. You’re a big
boy, and I’m busy.”
my hands are full with my pretend rabbit,” he answered back. The Naughty
Little Mouse just hung there. The Little Blonde Boy dropped his mousies, but not
the Naughty Little Mouse, and opened the door. “Looky what I founded, a
pretend rabbit,” he said with pride. His Mommy glanced over at him and
shrieked. She raced over to him and marched him right back out the door.
As soon as they where outside Mommy said, “Drop it!” But the Little
Blonde Boy would not drop the Naughty Little Mouse. So his Mommy grabbed his arm
and began shaking it up and down, yelling, “Drop it! Drop it!”
All the while Loki Cat meowed and
begged for the Naughty Little Mouse. This always pleased his family. Finally the
boy dropped the Naughty Little Mouse and Loki Cat pounced on top of her. The
Mommy and the Little Blonde Boy, of course, thought he was going to eat the
Naughty Little Mouse. But he was really saving her life. The Naughty Little
Mouse was very dizzy from all that shaking. The Mommy dragged the Little Blonde
Boy back into the house and began furiously washing his hands and hers.
Loki Cat shook his head at the Naughty Little Mouse. “When will you
ever learn to leave the people alone?”
The Naughty Little Mouse trembled
as she replied, “ but the Little Blonde Boy likes mice.”
Loki Cat sighed, “I’m afraid
he is still a boy, and boys are not always gentle, as you have learned. You’re
lucky all he did was carry you around.”
Loki Cat and the Naughty Little
Mouse walked toward the Little Creek. “Stay in your tree root Naughty Little
Mouse, before something bad happens and I’m not there to save you.” With
that Loki Cat turned back towards the Big House and his favorite Little Blonde
Dedicated to my son Sawyer who really did bring in a “pretend rabbit” by the tail and to my nephew Elijah who loved to play with tampon mousies.
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