Mouses

Then / He did the same thing / To the other Whos’ houses / Leaving crumbs / Much too small / For the other Whos’ mouses!

Fobo chuckled, and he said, in American, “He won’t keep that up long. What does he think we Siddo are? A bunch of mouses?”

‘Lord Goth’s man, he feed me smoky fish and to the girls, dead mouses.’ The Siren’s dark eyes flashed and she spread her golden wings wide. ‘But we are artists – we cannot live like this!’

“So, uh, could you save me the mice?” / “¿Qué?” / “The mice. The dead mice. From when you empty the traps.” / “You want me to give you the ratón muerto? The dead mouse? This is what you mean?” / “Yes, please. As many as you can.” / He frowned and said, “What for you want the dead mouses?”