Dante Adventure – No, Not Even A Mouse

mouse-156611_640Behind the apartment door, pups sitting so calm and sound

Comfy on the sofa, so they sat around

Relaxing with their bestest pal in the warm glow of the tree


There were covers tossed about, fluffing up the scene

Though the pups cared not to keep them clean

Rolling and tumbling, sheddings of fur rubbed off like a mound.


“I hear something,” the fluffy one shouted,

annoying the other that had earlier pouted

Of how lonely all the presents did seem


Circling beneath the Christmas tree still covered up

by wrapping papers of which there was more than enough.

Oh how he whined that it was far too crowded.


But the young lady had denied the pups access

To the treasures hidden beneath the branches

Perhaps with some buttering up the pups wouldn’t have it so “ruff”


But what does one do about the sound beyond

That had caught Skipper between a bark and a yawn

Sort of sounding like someone asking for cheezy flavors


Oh, just a critter small and tiny who hid amongst the pantry’s shiny

cans full of food and stuffs, probably looking for cheeze puffs

The mouse could wait, patiently though,

long enough for the pups to go

somewhere else, not here that’s for sure…

Cheeze puffs were under attack, but the pups had the cure


“Safe in our bellies,” was the battle cry

Away from the mouse that was nigh

The thief of cheezy stuffs whose name was Shawn.


With broom in hand, Gracie swung the door open

And Shawn bounced out while the pups started flopping

Claws slid on the kitchen floor as they all tried to fly


Zig-zag in pattern, the mouse scuttled away

Zipping for the pile of presents, where he could stay

Hidden until morning he hoped was the tradition

Of the pups who were still amidst panic and collision


But the story can’t stop here, oh not even close

For once the group had mustered themselves they chose

Gracie with broom in hand to lead the way


Carefully they crept near to the tree

Hoping that with their number of three

The mouse was outmatched like all other foes


The team was unstoppable and they’d made it this far,

Charging forth with yips and barks and Gracie armoured with scarf

An early present from ma and papa who were not here to see

The wild chaos dancing around the christmas tree


Presents were batted here and there

The broom sweeping and doing it’s share

Of making a mess this one time a year.

Which was a nice change in career.


They never did find the mouse they’d sought

Just made a big mess out of all the gifts that they’d fought

So hard to keep safe, and now what a mess

Dressed the sofa room’s floor because of the pest


Up high in the tree, the tiny eyes did study

As the search went on but found nobody

He nibbled the decorations, a cheezy puff strung on the string,

And chuckled to himself,

No one will ever find where Shawn the mouse is hiding.



Jason Duron is a short story writer and author of several fiction stories. Curious and lovable as dogs can be, the Adventures of Rocky, Nixi and Dante give you a chance to see daily life from a “dog’s eye view” and share in their thoughts.  Please enjoy, and we hope that you’ll feel free to comment and give us insight into your dog’s very own adventures.