My little brother’s pet mouse was evil. One it stunk like hell’s backside. Two it bit fingers, forcing us to lose precious blood that should be kept in our system and three it was taking over the entire house. I was the only one that wasn’t hypnotised by it’s cuteness. I was the only one who could stop it! It was exactly 11:04:47:31 PM exactly when I snuck silently into Liam’s bedroom. The stink was horrible, unbearable and unimaginably puke-worthy. I opened the small opening in the shiny cage bars and after searching for at least three whole minutes I felt fur softly brush the tips of my fingers. My fingers closed sharply around the mouse. It gave a squeal and bit my pinky finger.
“Ow!”I shouted, dropping it.”Stupid, stinky, ugly rodent!” The light flicked on and I remembered suddenly I was in Liam’s room and it was the dead of night.
“What are you doing!?” Liam exclaimed, grabbing the mouse.
“W-well.I just wanted to check Cheesy was OK.”I stammered, untruthfully.
“You almost killed her!” Liam shrieked. Wow, the stupid rodent had a gender.
“It-what-but-how” I stammered. Then it looked at me adorably. Naw, it was so cute.