Mousie

I went downstairs to the pantry in our laundry room to grab a bottle of Vitamin water. As soon as I opened the door I did a double-take and nearly fell trying to avoid squashing a dead mouse curled up on the floor at my feet.

Returning a few moments later with a broom and dust pan to dispose of the little fella, I spotted a tiny piece of paper an inch away from his furry gray torso. His tiny white paws seemed to be reaching out for it. I picked up the paper and examined it with a magnifying glass from my nearby desk.

It was his bucket list.