The Trap was set. Placed in a strategic corner of a little-used kitchen it sat quietly, contemplating the moment when the Mouse would arrive. The Cheese was wedged uncomfortably atop the Trap. And the Cheese was not happy.
“Why do you and that Woman insist on using me to lure the Mouse?” asked the Cheese. “Why are you in particular so greedy for blood in this house?”
The Trap was silent for several seconds then made a tiny shrug, bouncing the Cheese a little bit off its wooden platform perch. “I dunno. Maybe it’s because I was made to kill, for you know how I love the thrill. I love to lure an unsuspecting rodent to my deathly grip. It gets the sap running fast through my grainy pip.” (more…)