Rattle. Rattle.
Damn mice in the cupboards.
Rattle… bing.
Every November, same thing.
“Rat and Mice Poison. Guaranteed to kill!”
Rattle. Rattle.
The man gets up. Sprinkles more poison.
Rattle.
Finally, silence. Now maybe he can watch television in peace.
His wife calls out: “Honey, have you seen the baby? He was playing in the kitchen.”
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