Tales of Beatrix Potter

On Tuesday evening I went to get some olive oil from the cupboard under the sink, and noticed that the mousetrap had moved. My heart sank and I took a deep breath before investigating further. I glanced for a split-second and saw a wee beastie lying there dead. The sight was revolting and I felt totally ashamed of myself for killing it. Of course I can't have mice around my food, but I'd much rather they didn't come round in the first place. I went and had a couple of fags in the front room before tying the thing up in a plastic bag, and taking it downstairs to one of the skips. It's very upsetting.