Grandma's Pet Mouse: A Short Children's Story

This is a short story about a little mouse who became Grandma's pet quite by accident. They grew quite fond of each other, and they would keep each other company every night.

Grandma’s Pet

Grandma lived alone in a large house in the country. The house was much too large for just one person, but she had raised her four children here, and had enjoyed 35 yrs. of marriage to the same man here. The house had too many happy memories for her to ever consider leaving it. Besides, where would she go? The four children were out on their own now, with children of their own. She saw them often, but she would never move in with any of them. She liked her solitude, and she never had been bored a day in her life. She enjoyed good health, even though she was 80 yrs. old.

Grandma enjoyed many hobbies, but her favorite was tending to her flower garden. She grew her own fresh vegetables, but the weeding sometimes made her tired. The flower garden relaxed her, so she spent more time in the flowers. She liked to bake, too. She still had the old wood-burning stove she had had for many years. It still performed well, and always turned out perfect cakes and pies which she liked to share with her family.

She liked to watch the birds come and eat from their feeder she had placed outside her kitchen window. She laughed when the squirrels scampered from tree to tree, and sometimes they would help themselves to the bird seed. She didn’t mind feeding the squirrels. They had to eat, too.

At night, Grandma would sit in front of the fireplace in her favorite comfortable chair, and read or work on her many craft projects. Her Mother had taught her to crochet and knit. It gave her pleasure to knit a little garment for the newest member of the family, or for a friend’s grandchild.

One night as she was looking down on her knitting in her lap, she saw something move in front of her out of the corner of her eye. At first she thought she was mistaken. She looked up again, and this time she was sure “something” had run quietly across the floor and behind her chair.

“I must have seen a reflection on my glasses,” she said out loud, but she knew better. “Something” had run past her, but what? She turned her attention to her knitting once again. Then, she saw “IT” again! This time she was sure of it. She sat very still, and waited, but saw nothing. After a while, she nodded off to a light sleep. In her sleep, she felt the presence of something else. When she opened her eyes, there sat a little grey mouse in front of her. He was just sitting there quietly looking straight at her.

Grandma said excitedly, “You’re the SOMETHING I saw run past me!”

For a long time, the two of them just sat looking at each other. Finally, the little mouse ran under her bed. She waited for quite a while, and went on to bed.

The next morning Grandma called the exterminator man. She said, “I have a mouse in my house. What can I do?”

“That’s no problem,” he laughed. “I’ll come out and put down some glue boards. When the mouse walks across the board, he’ll get stuck, and he won’t be able to get away.”

Grandma couldn’t believe her ears! “How terrible! The little creature would be frightened to death! Besides, what would I do with him when I got him unstuck?”

The exterminator man laughed and said, “Well, that’s your problem”.

“Isn’t there something else you can do?” asked Grandma.

“Sure, I could put some poison down. It tastes good, and he will eat it and die”.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t do that. There has to be a better way, but thanks anyway”.

She drove into town, and went to Mr. Smith’s hardware store. She looked at all kinds of mouse traps. She saw some that she would never use. They were inhumane. She saw a grey, plastic box about six inches long. It had a hinged door so when the mouse went inside to eat the bait, the door would close. He would not be able to get out.

“This is more like it,” she said. She bought the plastic box and left.

That night, Grandma put some peanut butter on a cracker and placed it inside the box. She put the box on the floor in front of her bed, and climbed in to go to sleep.

When morning came, Grandma looked at the box. The little grey mouse was inside peering out at her! She carefully picked up the box, and put it on the back porch. She thought and thought about what to do with the little grey mouse she had caught in the box.

“If I leave him in the box, he’ll die. If I release him, he’ll just run back into the house. If I release him in the woods, some other animal might eat him.”

She began to worry that the little mouse might be hungry and thirsty. So, she put some fresh peanut butter on a cracker, put some water in a jar lid, and placed them in the box for him. He seemed to be very grateful for the fresh food and water. She began to feel a fondness for the little mouse.

Grandma returned to the hardware store, and bought a little wire cage made for hamsters. It had a little bell inside. There was a wheel that would go round and round when the mouse ran on it. This cage would be perfect for the little mouse.

For a long time after that, Grandma would sit in her chair at night and knit or read. The little grey mouse ran around and around in his cage. She was very happy to have her little pet.