There is a poor little dead mouse in front of the workroom.

I cannot t pick it up. I have a deep phobia about mice. And other

things. As having an empty wallet…oh! that one is a killer…

time to pawn my guitars. My silver cuff.

But that is another story.

I closed the door and just had a quesadilla for dinner.

Have to wait for a Good Samaritan to help me.

Maybe I should call Emergency. No, they would laugh at me.

Sweet Jesus…could you help me…? Ah, I see you are busy looking

into the rooms of fresh lovers married this morning.

Well…tell me, what is more important…looking into someone

else’s private rooms…or helping me with this humongous mouse.

I am going to run into the house. I can not stand seeing him.

I feel sorry for him. I do. But I am going to faint…if I see him…

Sweet stars, give me enough strength to make it to my castle.

Even if I had to swim the moat.

I need a bath.

Ernesto Onofre