Merric

Merric filed what he had seen in the back of his mind. One day he might have need of this information but for now he was going to check out the castles mouse population and headed in the direction of the kitchen.

The kitchen had been a scene of frantic activity early in the evening when he had looked in but now all way quiet. The kitchen cat and the char boy lay sleeping beside the fireplace. Most of the food from the banquet had been eaten and what had not been eaten had been cleared away.  Merric went to explore the larder for where there was food; mice could not be far away.

A large cheese wheel sat on the cooling shelf but something else caught his eye. In the corner was a mousetrap and in the trap was a piece of cheese. Staring at the cheese and muttering to himself was a mouse.

 “Ah the wonders of cheese! And sprung cheese is by far the best.” 

And with a flick of his paws the trap snapped and the cheese flew across the room…landing right at Merric’s feet.

“What do we have here? A thief in the Royal Pantry?” and with a small squeak the little mouse began to race across the kitchen floor with Merric close behind him

And then with a pounce Merric snatched up the little mouse,  

and with a quick toss the little mouse was in his mouth only Merric’s jaws were being held apart and try as he might he could not close them. 

“Spare me Sir Cat, as I am the only support for my three blind uncles and if you do I will give you a meal unlike any that you have had before and I will tell you wonderful tales of adventure while you dine.”