Under The Rug

By Hanna

Two weeks had past and it happened again. Mr.Walie was swiftly walking down the hall to get a pillow for his daughter, who had broken her foot a month ago. When he walked to get the pillow, half way down the hall, he saw a large bump, almost the size of door knob. Mr.Walie grabbed a chair and chucked it at the bump. Missing the bump he hit the lamp, which fell and shattered on the bump. Nothing happened. Mr.Walie glanced under the rug. “MOUSE!!!” he screamed down the hall. He sprinted to his wife. Mrs.Walie grabbed a jar to catch the mouse, but when she saw it she dropped the jar and bounded to her room. The daughter grabbed her crutches and hopped over to the mouse, grabbed the jar and caught it. The Walies got tired of catching mice, so they moved to a new house. The bad thing is, now I live in the mouse infested house. In the end the Walies moved and now I live in their old house and lived happily ever after, for now.

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