My Mouse

My father is not a bad guy. There are a lot of worse people. He gets muddy when you play football, like tearing the pants when you start research, but he is a bit fanatic. Similar things. In most cases, we know each other and I can handle him. What he did not know did not hurt him. If he knew that I put the pet's mouse George under the bed, he would not like it; so I will not tell him. So he is very happy, I am very happy, George is very happy. When he learned what happened he just had a problem.

I have a bad time. It started yesterday. What I want to do is to write. I sat in front of my computer and opened the media and found the story to read first. Then, when you hit the mouse, a warning was displayed stating that you need to replace the battery. Then my mouse is removed without further warning. Bam! That's it! Someone should go off. As usual, I replaced the battery. I did not contact you. So I changed them again. I have not heard from you yet. My mouse must have died. I was aborted. I have an iPhone, so I also have Facebook, Email, SMS, but I can not write it. I write almost every day, and it is like losing my voice without my computer. I can not talk, there is something I want to say.

This is the way I said that it is the mouse's fault. Just as my colleagues decided that we want more, if you give cookies to the mouse, the little guy who only wants the world does not know the reason why he can not have it . When reading this book, many of us said "You are a mouse". This is all reasonable logic - milk, milk from straw, napkins from straw. I think you can wonder why the mouse was initially given a cookie first: does he demand it or is it a charitable donation? In either case, the mouse strongly asks you to reach out immediately, but in both cases the basic needs of the mouse against cookies are not a problem. He treats all these politely