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 Tonight while walking alone down a lonely NW Portland street on my way to buy Adam Forkner some cigarettes, I saw a skittle. a skattle even. After a few moments, I realized it was a mouse. I thought to myself I want to take a picture of a mouse. I like taking pictures and the zoo was so good yesterday and so many good animal pictures and this was like an animal only very small. I ran after the mouse. Into the road, then a car was coming. I retreated to sidewalk, I was worried for mouse, but he also retreated and he ran straight toward me. I was like "oh cool, now I can take his picture," and he was like "uh oh, this big thing is trapping me," and he started to make the craziest mouse squeaks. Very emotive and emo. I got a couple shots. The flash was freaking him out and he squeaked more, so feeling bad for torturing this small dude I said "OK, go on."
Upon arriving home, I find out my Grandpa (really step Grandpa but we knew him as Grandpa) died. We stopped seeing him very much after Grandma died. I'm not going to Wisconsin for the funeral. I'm sorry Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry Grandpa Ev. I saw Grizzly Man, the movie recently. Them Foxes were the man's friends. Deep friends. The question was raised in the car afterwards whether or not he fed the Foxes and if he fed them Foxes if that was the only reason they were his nice deep friends. Logic says he fed them. Not a fan of this "logic" you speak of. Also, Sun Bear....I CLAIM THEE! useto gonna |
Right after I told the mouse to go on his own way, and while I was still getting up from being crouched and taking the mouse's picture from only a foot away or so Mr. Cat comes shooting into the picture and snatches Mr. Mouse in his mouth. Mr. Mouth makes more sad noises. Mr. Cat runs away into a vacant lot with Mr. Mouse. I said "KITTY! NO!" That wasn't gonna do anything. I felt very bad. I had caused this mouse to make many squeaks which had alerted Mr. Cat to Mr. Mouse's position and now he was a goner. I had never heard a mouse sound so vulnerable.