During a nuclear explosion city mouse supposes that he will have to find refuge in the tight confines of the damp subway…
city mouse doesn’t like the idea that many passers by assume he is a rat…
city mouse gets unnerved when discussing taxes and his recent file for divorce…
city mouse thinks to himself, nightly, that he might be better off trampled by a deer. “Are deer even real?” he squeaks to himself, his eyes dry and staring at his apartment ceiling. Closing them against the calamity of his surroundings, city mouse rests…
a dreamless sleep.