Dead Mouse Walking
Dec 18th, 2017 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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“What’s that plastic bag poking out of your pocket, Ollie?”
“Nothing to worry about, Jim. Only a dead mouse.”
“I thought there was a pong.”
“Found him in the airing cupboard. Toasting himself, the fecker.”
“Ollie, why are you carrying him around?”
“I’m going to give him a decent burial.”
“You know what I’d have done?”
“What?”
“I’d have served him to Sourpuss. As a delicacy.”
“Isn’t Sourpuss rotund enough?”
“Are you going to part with that mouse, or aren’t you?”
“It’ll cost you, Jim.”
“Pint?”
“G’wan. Done. Here, take him.”
“Barman, two Guinness.”
Plop.
“What the-? My pint!”
“Cheers!”
From Guest Contributor Geraldine McCarthy
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