Tale of a Lost Tail

A mouse sticks his head out of the little crack on the wall, his whiskers scanning the room outside. There was nothing moving besides the little hungry mouse, but he had to be quick, he knew, if someone saw him there would be no dinner and he would be in serious danger. He rushed to the kitchen and surprisingly found a piece of grain, big enough for a meal. How lucky was that little mouse, that some negligent person lived in that house and made it so easy for him to find his food. He was ready to go back to his hole, proudly carrying the grain, when he suddenly saw it. He couldn`t believe his tiny eyes. Right across the room, so big and shiny, a mouthwatering piece of cheese. He thought for a second, with the grain and the cheese he would eat like a king and would still have some left for the next day. The idea of a great meal like this and not having to risk his life again the next day sounded too good to be ignored. He knew there was a risk, for he would have to go all the way across the room and someone might see him. But he was probably fast enough to run back to the hole.
He made up his mind. Caring the grain inside his cheek he ran across the room with courage and speed, never taking his eyes off the cheese. Getting closer it looked like a dream. That piece he saw from so far away was now so big. It was unbelievable the distraction of the person who left that piece behind, he thought, and unbelievable how lucky he was to find it.
The mouse`s luck wouldn`t last much longer. As soon as he grabbed the piece with all his might, the trap was trigged and his tail got stuck. The pain of the strike made the poor mouse spit the grain and let go of the cheese, his scream echoed on the kitchen`s walls. He was desperate, stuck and frightened. If someone saw him that was it. Right there on the rat`s trap. Over. What a horrible death, he thought, he couldn`t let it happen. He pulled with all his strength and finally freed himself. He ran as fast as he could back to the crack, leaving his tail, the cheese and the grain behind, never looking back.