The Story(better kept secret)

What you are about to read is true. No detail has been left out or changed. These are actual events, okay, enough, I digress. Let's move on.

Yesterday was much like any other day. Stella was playing, I was working on...something for Prairie Camp. About an hour before I had a meeting to attend, I proceeded to go in my bedroom to get ready to face the outside world as Stella danced on my bed. At some point, I remember Stella going out of my room, shutting the light off and closing the door behind her(this is not out of the ordinary). Sometime later, I heard a quiet knock on the door and a faint, "mama, mama". I opened the door, finding Stella wearing a pair of my moccasins. She waltzed in and headed straight for the mirror. The thrill of wearing my shoes didn't last long, especially when she heard daddy call out to see if she wanted a drink. She quickly left the shoes and ran away.

I was finally ready to leave the house, the only thing I needed was a pair of shoes. I remembered my moccasins in the bedroom so I ventured to find them. I put one foot in...I love the feeling of shoes with no socks. Then the next shoe....wait...there was something in my shoe. Stella must have put something in it(this is also not out of the ordinary). I took the shoe off and proceeded to search with my hand to find the culprit. Just about that time I noticed.....A TAIL!!!! No, no.....it couldn't be. Please, don't let it be....THERE WAS A DEAD MOUSE IN MY SHOE!! I TOUCHED IT WITH MY HAND! MY FOOT WAS SMOOSHED AGAINST IT! At that moment I thought I may die of a heart attack. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! I quickly grabbed Stella, plopped her on the tub, and scrubbed her feet. I then scoured my hands for what felt like hours as David threw the mouse and my shoe in the dumpster.

This could very well be the most terrifying thing that has ever happened. I am still shaking.....The End.