A creature was stirring, probably a mouse;

Half nibbled bread was placed atop the refrigerator with care,

In hopes that a small rodent would soon be there;

The child was nestled all snug in her bed,

While visions of Angelina Ballerina danced in her head;

And papa in his PJ’s, with me on his lap,

Had just settled down in the living room to hear a long awaited ‘Snap!’

When out from the kitchen there arose such a clatter, Dadisodes sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.

Away to the second floor I flew like a flash,

Tore open the bedroom door and slammed it behind with a bash.

The moon on the breast of the week old-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of somberness to the world outside the window below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a heroic Dadisodes carrying a dead mouse to the trashcan without fear.

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