Grey Matter

Hello! My name is Jerry.Yes i am the little mouse who troubles Tom all the time.Tom, by the way, is not in house anymore.Rumors are that he has eloped with his girl friend next door.They both are supposedly having their honey moon in the junkyard three streets away from this house.

And now let me introduce you to my new Tom.He is not a cat but a human!.The problem is he thinks he is the official occupant of the house but i think other wise.But the good news is he dumps all his books every where that me and my two new friends munch on these days.

These two new friends of mine are really good.They were poor homeless fellows who were  roaming around the streets.I was generous enough to bring them into my house.These guys never cross the line drawn by me.When i am eating some thing in the kitchen these guys never come there.But being the generous,courteous[put infinite number of good adjectives here] fellow i call them when i eat the book papers.When it comes to eating books its always a party.

And my new Tom,lets call him Hu-Tom from now on,gets pissed off when he sees his books eaten.Hu-Tom thinks had Tom been here we wouldn’t have eaten his books.Yesterday Hu-Tom was cursing the Tom, wondering where the hell has he gone.Seems like Hu-Tom never knew about Tom’s affair with the girl next door.Hu-Tom has started planning strategies to prevent us from eating the books.And i have already started planning my counter strategies to break his strategies.

He made a case for the books to be dumped in.But little did he know that one of my room mate is so small enough to penetrate the case and eat the papers.Today Hu-Tom got really angry he caught my two companions red handed when they were having their lunch.These guys have a lot during lunch while i prefer to have a heavy break fast and dinner.Hu-Tom got a broom stick and scared those poor fellows.They were so scared that they ran away from the house.

Its been a little boring since my friends are not here.And guess what there is a very good cooked piece of food in the kitchen.And since there isn’t the two friends of mine its all for me.No i am not greedy,had they been here i would have shared it with them.But fate has it that i should eat this piece all alone.

I am going to eat it now.Hmm this piece smells like really good stuff.Its just two inches away from me now.I am going to jump on to it.Yes this tastes like………..screeeeeeeeeeeeeech………. Oh gosh i have got into a trap.That Hu-Tom has cunningly done me in.What can i do now.
“What could you do just wait”
who is this speaking now?
“I am your conscience”
Oh my god! I have heard grand ma say that people who are going to die will hear their conscience speak.Am i going to Die.
“What else do you expect..remember these human types, they value books like how we value cheese.You have eaten their CHEESE.I think when Hu-Tom returns he is going to have a go at you”
Oh will you please shut up conscience.
“Look out!! Hu-Tom is coming”
Hu-Tom throws away his bag and is coming right to the trap.Ah! he has seen me inside.He is going crazy.He is coming nearer.I can see he is having a big smile.Bigger than the Tom’s tail.He is saying something to me.I cant understand what he is saying.
“He is saying you final death message.Pray to your god”
Oh concience will you please go away.

Hu-Tom is lifting the trap.I dont know what he is going to do next.Is he going to boil me as they boil the poor carrots.The thought of it is sending a shrill through my spines.All my fur is standing up in attention.May be this is what is called fear.He is taking me away.He is having a drive down the street.He is taking me somewhere.Where could it be,what would he do after that.

The vehicle has stopped.This place’s looks familiar.I have heard about this place recently.But my memory is failing me to identify this place.He is going to open the trap with his leg.As soon as he opens the trap door i will make a dash.Never to be caught again.Yes! i have escaped.Hu-Tom left in his vehicle. back to his house probably.Where am i now.Yes now it comes to me.This is the junkyard.

“MEOW”…who was that? Is that you conscience?
“No my dear friend. Its me TOM!!”
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