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The Mouse
by Pirate Turner
He stood tall and proud over their fallen bodies. His head and tail hung high as their pitiful moos and neighs struck his big ears. Mickey slipped first one white glove back onto his hands and then the other before stepping over Clarabelle and Horace. He looked down at them, smirking. His tail twitched before running over their bodies and caressing them in areas that made them moan for more even in their semi-unconscious states. Lifting his tail once more, Mickey walked out, leaving them with a whisper. "I told you you've never had it till you've had the Mouse."
The End