mickey stories; chapter two

I have a small friend called Mickey.  Well, let's call him that to protect his privacy.

He has a cheeky smile and is very inventive.

This is a true story as recounted by his mother from when he was a toddler.

Mickey's mum had been getting lots of migraine type headaches, so she was advised by the doctor to lie down quietly on the couch with her eyes closed and a cool washer on her forehead when she felt symptoms coming on.  One afternoon, after Mickey-wrangling for most of the day,she felt a headache coming, so she lay on the couch, leaving Mickey quietly playing with some toys.
A little while later she came to suddenly when she smelt smoke, looked around, and saw no Mickey.
She rushed to the open front window and saw a naked Mickey bottom winking down the street.  Smoke was coming from the oven.
As far as she can tell, Mickey put a tea towel in the oven, turned all the knobs as far as they could go, climbed up onto the kitchen bench, opened the front window, undressed, waited for the postman to come, and, when he rounded the corner, leapt out of the window to chase the postman down the street while the teatowel burned.

I asked here what she looked after first - the child or the fire.

She said she put out the fire, then chased the child.

Her headache did not subside.

The end.