We are the myth-makers, but enough of that: Look!
Whiskers at the mouse-hole! All my masters have eyes
in their pockets and coins in their eye-sockets.
This is all getting too much. If there's a mouse
in this house I wanna know about it, said Dirty Ellie.
Ellie, if I could speak I'd rub you the wrong way,
the idiocy of the things you say! I'd think you were three,
not thirty.
Paws in my hall. Look around. Hairs
as long as my stairs. This is all getting too much.
Do you know what mouses do to musophobes like you?
You think we eat cheese all day? You do? No. Want to ask?
I shall draw your face on the back of a stamp,
make peepholes for the eyes, draw some thread through
and wear it as a mask. Thus got up, I shall climb
upon your pillow while you sleep, and I shall wait
until you wake. Then we'll both have a long look at you.
I have repelled your cat by means of open wires,
and am reading about how those things work,
you know, in your lounges - yes: electric fires.
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