Kick the bucket, Jack! Everyone else on the challenge has great stylistic photos of a mouse. Well, I thought about it and I had several Mickey Mouse ideas, but the battery was dead in the camera. So.....I went to the archives.
This mouse had terrorized my mom's "car for weeks. Taking it to the garage for repairs, she learned that it had make a meal out of some of the wires. War was declared. There was every attempt known to man send this mouse to an animalistic paradise.
The night of Tanner's birthday, we were preparing to load tubs into the trunk of mom's car, when everyone froze as Dad moved some junk out the way and there he was; standing on his cute little hindlegs, the makings of a great children's story character. A mouse who lived and traveled in a Buick. Alas, it was not to be. My dad yelled, "kill him, kill him, kill him!" Tanner was the man. He picked up mom's little portable tire blower up thing and lofted it into the interior of the trunk. And the rodent legend rides no more.
Why You Have Come Here
If you have arrived here seeking sanctity or blessing, then you will have to provide your own cloak and dagger. I only confess to the daily struggle to treat the world with the respect it has earned in my estimation. We all look to the sky and wonder. I feel the whisper of the ages calling and know not what flutter or ripple calls true. My approach is to touch your life in only the manner in which you prefer. As we all must suffer at some time, then I feel we all deserve, also, the right to laugh. My smile is my weapon, and at times my words also I use to defend.