mickey stories; chapter three

I have a small friend called Mickey.

Not his real name.

He is inventive, cheeky and we will all be amazed at what he does when he grows up.  I have taken the role of Mickey-chronicler as his mother is taking the hard road of Mickey-raising.

This year I attended his sister's birthday party with my two girls.  It was a great party, with cake and games and shrieking.  There were seven adults present, and four children - the three girls and Mickey.  The time came for the cake.  It was carried ceremoniously to the loungeroom, upon which the candles were lit.  We all sang happy birthday, hip hoorayed, and congratulated the birthday girl.  We turned to Mickey to ask if he would like a piece of cake.

He was gone.

In the time it takes to sing 'happy birthday' he had taken the matches from the candle lighting, scooted under the house, and was lighting them to see what would happen.  And there were fourteen pairs of adult eyes there.

He is a ninja.

The end.