after a week of dried paint chips and plastic shoe laces the starved little mouse ate the dainty aqua blue food pellets near the big red door through spider webs behind the refrigerator
finally full his guts in a knot he keeled over hemorrhaging but at least he wasn't driven mad with hunger anymore although he was tormented with writhing and choking up ****** tidbits towards his final destination a knotting rigor mortis
he could be seen laying flat on his back withered frozen in a suspended flutter frenzy his little limbs clawing frenetically to the heavens
having dared the sin of gluttony he paid his penitence and last absolution for living large as a house mouse in the cruel wilds of a treacherous world on the crucifix of the human kingdom land of the roaming Godzilla's where solace and kindness has no quarter for a starved hard lived little mouse who died as providence would have it by Gods infinite wisdom and glory like a rat
when we make a mistake its called a sin when God makes a mistake its called nature