Long ago in a far away kingdom (I think it was Chicago) there lived a little mouse. This little brown mouse was as perfect as any little mouse could expect to be.
His coat was well groomed brown
fur and always bright and shiny.
He was an exquisite specimen with a
perfectly shaped tail to match his perfect little mouse body. He would
constantly admire himself as a result of his vanity and always carried himself
well.
One day as the little mouse was out and about he came upon some rail
road tracks. Being the smart mouse that he was he remembered to stop, look and
listen as he knew trains were very dangerous. He cautiously looked up and down
the rails and not seeing or hearing a train approaching he scurried over the
first rail to the center of the tracks whereupon he briefly stopped to groom
himself as climbing over that first rail had messed up
his fur a little. Following some grooming the little
mouse continued over the second rail.
Unfortunately while the little mouse was grooming himself a freight
train was fast approaching him. Just as the little mouse cleared the second rail
the train was upon him and he barely escaped with his life. However, the train
did manage to catch and squish just a tiny section of his tail on the rail. The
little mouse was devastated and emotionally crushed. He sat for awhile beside
the rail in tears looking at his now imperfect tail. Tears streamed down his
face. He was no longer perfect, his vanity was shattered.
Then suddenly as he sat crying over his loss an idea came to him. Maybe,
just maybe if he could retrieve his lost little section of his tail it could be
reattached. Then again he would be perfect, things could be fixed. So the little
mouse climbed back up on the rail to retrieve the section of his tail.
Well about that time along came another train and hit the little mouse
squishing his head and killing him deader that a shit house rat as the saying
goes.
The moral of the story: Don’t
lose your head over a little piece of tail!