Apology letter to mice

Innocent mouse brother:

First, pay homage to the soul you just flew out of your body. I believe that it will be able to go to heaven.

Secondly, I want to say: Sorry, I am really sorry. I don't know when you "visited" the house, because without your prior notice, for your "big drive", let me and my mother be "pampered". We are both women, and the hands are not tied, and Dad is on duty again. I really don't know how to "welcome" you. So, I picked up the umbrella and my mom picked up the bench. After determining your location, I will close the doors of the kitchen, bedroom and bathroom, so that you will not be "flattered" and open your legs. After doing everything to "greet" you, I found you hiding in the heap of plastic bags. Sure enough, as soon as I opened the plastic pile, you pulled out your powerful four legs with lightning speed and couldn't figure out the southeast and northwest mantle. My mom and I were shocked by your speed. After a second, I panicked. We simply use our own "weapons" to rush to you, and when you hit all the doors and find that the doors are locked, I am rushed to the feet with an umbrella. At this time, I am preparing to "send" you out, but you seem to be reluctant to leave, and then flopped to the mother. Because of the protection of my mother's instinct, I once again "taken" you with an umbrella, and I am preparing to imitate Beckham's "golden foot" to send you out, but... because of nervousness, because of panic, because of excitement, due to negligence! I have a heavy foot on your body. Of course, you should also taste my "weight". When I hurriedly move my foot... Your life is taken by my "Platinum right foot"... Your blood is sprayed to the ground and On the bottom of my slippers, your body, which was originally thin and weak, became more "slim".

I am really, really surprised. From the beginning to the end, I never thought about your life, just want to "please out" your home, nothing more.

Secondly, I still have to say: Sorry. When I lifted the foot pressed against you, your mouth was bloody, and when you gasped with a big mouth, I stopped, and I stopped... a small life disappeared in front of my eyes, you gasped. Rough, I didn't even dare to breathe. And because of the climate, your body has become more and more stiff two minutes after I have been squatting, and I have been kept in the posture when I stepped on the flat, and I am dead. After my mother called me the fourth, I slowly returned. At this point, there was actually a liquid in my eyes, and my heart seemed to be very uncomfortable. I am a murderer, my feet are bloody, and my body is full of blood. I am guilty! I am jealous of you!

A deep apology to you again.

Finally, you can rest assured that I have sealed your body with a box. In the early morning of Minger, I will find a place in the vicinity for you to find a feng shui treasure in the north, and will definitely bury you in the wind and wind. Go on rest.

a dead fat man who took your precious life

February 2, 2008 21:55

I have never dared to step on it, and I have never killed the chicken. With this experience of killing, it is a sin and a sin.