it was the dark of night. not a creature was stirring . . . except for a mouse. i had hunted the wily creature for days, scenting him, tracking him, chasing him. he ran, i ran. he scooted under under the cabinet, i scooted under the *owwwww* (note to self: must remember to duck lower) cabinet. he faked left, my paws were there! he faked right, my paws were there! i biffed him, i baffed him, he nipped me, i
well, most of him. i made xing get the camera and flash this picture of me with my trophy. since she had bet on the mouse (hah! *pft* that for you, xing), i felt it was a fitting punishment. then i took the trophy to the beans' den and displayed it lovingly about a foot from the door.
at 0-dark-thirty hours, She arose to feed us and entered the kitchen from Her den. She was so impressed when she found the trophy that She called upon Her god to witness the scene. so proud was i!