“Justice is a warm nap, a solved mystery, and a squeaky mouse right where you left it.”
—Oscar Underpaw
The Case of the Hidden Mouse
Oscar Underpaw was deep in thought.
Perched on the windowsill, he gazed out over the yard like a seasoned detective surveying his domain. But today, his thoughts weren’t on birds, wind, or the squirrel with the questionable ethics. Not even the neighbour’s dog, who was currently playing with something in his yard without a care in the world. No—today, something was missing.
The mouse.
Not a real one (he wasn’t a barbarian). It was the soft, squishy kind. The one that squeaked like a door hinge and had survived countless battles beneath the couch. The kind of toy that carried history. And now? Gone.
Oscar leapt down with purpose. He checked the usual places: under the table, behind the bookshelf, inside the slipper (still suspiciously warm, but empty). Nothing.
Then—movement. A ripple near the corner of the living room rug. Something was there. Something that didn’t belong.
Oscar pounced. Not with wild abandon, but with the calculated precision of a feline investigator on a mission. One paw under, then another. A tug. A shuffle. And there it was.
The mouse. Dusty, rumpled, clearly trying to disappear into enemy territory.
Oscar gave it a firm bat, then another for good measure. Balance restored.
He returned to the window with dignified pride, placing one paw back on the sill. His gaze swept the horizon once more. The world looked a little more orderly now.
For the moment.
Some say I overreact. I say I’m thorough. Tune in next Saturday—there’s always something sneaky under the rug of life. 🐾
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