Um...hooray?

Well, well, well, the little thing’s alive. I am just so thrilled. Of course, it was very interesting to have the police and detectives and ambulance people all swarming my house. I got so scared I had to hide under the couch. When I heard yelling, though, I made my way to the backyard where everyone was rejoicing and holding the mouse in the air. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m happy he’s alive, and at least now he could tell the police himself who has committed this crime of burying him in a box. And like I said before, it wasn’t me! How convenient though that the detective found a dog’s paw print next to the hole. And everyone didn’t believe me when I said that mutt had something to do with it. I think that I deserve a little reward for this occasion…possibly a new ball of yarn to play with. But anyways, I’m a nice guy, and even though I won’t be visiting Jerry in the hospital I’ll be awaiting his return home so I could have some more fun with the little cheese-lover.