Dream #96

There was a mouse, I whacked it to kill it, then put it in a pot of gravy. But it wasn’t dead so I stabbed it with a fork. It still wasn’t dead so my dad had a go. He killed it, or at least it stopped moving, and he put it out with the rubbish.

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