It was a perfect cool day at our house when… Thump! Thump! Thump!

“What was that?” I asked my older cousin Adam.

“I don’t know,” he responded,” but I think it’s coming from the garage,”

“Let’s go check it out!” I shouted.

We went to the garage, and guess what we found… MICE!

“Cool, mice,” Adam said, “let’s get them!”

“Wait!” I shouted immediately, “we should probably ask Grandpa first.”

As fast as lightning Adam and I darted up the stairs.

“Grandpa! Grandpa! Can we capture the mice in the garage?” Adam and I both asked at the same time.

“Yes, you can. First you have to clean up your dog Max’s droppings,” he told us. (He didn’t worry because we’ve had mice before.)

As soon as we went outside… “AAhhhhh!” Adam screamed as he saw the half eaten mouse with its rib cage and its skull showing.

Max had eaten it! I guess that’s why they weren’t in the garage.