I almost killed a mouse.

I think I almost killed a mouse.

Ok, the truth is, I hope the mouse thinks I almost killed him.

He (or she for you feminists) is definately aware of the fact, that I tried. How do I know this?
Well, if I were a 150 gramm animal that has hardships running down the stairs, if running became more like bouncing to me, and there was another 100 kilogram (100.000 gram) animal chasing me waveing half a pair of slippers behind me.. I think I would figure out.
If that would not have been enough, the 100.000 gram animal (whose weight is only accidentally similar to mine), slipped, and fell about 6-7 stairs, with his head forward. The head obviously went forward only to increase the dramatic effect of the scene.
Luckly (for the mouse) it had already ran away from the point where the 100.000 gram animal landed on the floor. We are still looking for that slipper.
I have just seen the news.. specialists are still trying to identify the seemingly unreasonable earthqauke late Saturday evening...

The above story is pure fiction. Any similarity to actual events is a result of considence. Moreover it absolutely has nothing to do with me, or my adventures, chasing a mouse at home.

Denes. BBC. Budapest.
From the vicious the land of RIOTING and LOOTING :)