The Funeral

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The tiny, rock tumbstone read:
January 7, 2012- June 20, 2012
A good mouse

It was a rainy day, ironically appropriate. My friends and me marched glumly across the pool deck and into the soggy backyard. Our mournful song of “bum bum da da bum bum bum da da da da” echoed through the quiet neighborhood. We then all gathered around my poorly dug hole with our rained-on heads hung low. Just 5 minutes earlier, our small friend had been crawling up and down our short and skinny arms, but due to a series of unfortunate events, the small creature now lay limp in a sandwich bag, six inches under.

As I look out the window at the tiny tombstone, I think it will probably pour rain from the heavens on that spot for the rest of eternity.

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