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Maddox
“WHAT’S WRONG?” TANK asked, after all four of us raced into the house. We found Frannie in the kitchen, standing on a chair and looking angry. “I saw a damn mouse,” she said, pointing down toward a small hole in the wall. “It ran in there.”
We all relaxed and turned to look.
“Do you have any mousetraps?” Tank asked, walking over to the wall. He crouched down and began inspecting the hole.
“No. I’ve never had mice in the house before,” she said, wringing her hands. “Be careful, it might jump out and bite you. It could have rabies.”
“There’s another one,” Cole said, pointing toward the other side of the kitchen where there was a tall potted plant. “It just ran behind the pot.”
Tank swore. “I hope you’re not infested.”
Frannie’s eyes widened and her face turned pal
