There’s a rumor about that the landlord is coming back from her summer vacation and she’s going to fumigate the place. Bring cats. Rid the place of the dirty ‘mouse that ran wild in her absence.
Well folks, I could run and hide. But I’m going to stand up and take it like a ‘mouse. Perhaps she’ll find me cute. If I promise to stay out of the flour and not nibble through the bag of sweet jasmine rice again, and if I put on my cutest sad look, maybe, just maybe, she’ll hesitate at the last minute and the cleaver won’t come down.
I’m pushing this offering of a beautiful, sweet mango into the middle of the table and sitting down next to it. I’m pouring a shot glass of tequila for our hero who needs it after braving a certainly harrowing plane ride.
If this is the end, I’m ready. Love to all. (sniff)