mickey stories; chapter six

I have small friend called Mickey.  I write about him because he is interesting and a bit cheeky.  And because his life needs to be documented.  Possibly for the authorities.

This story is from last year when he was four as recounted by his slightly horrified mother.  Please keep in mind he is not a malicious or destructive person, just a curious one.

Mickey was put to bed at his normal bedtime one night.  Later, as his mother was going in to bed she popped her head into his room to check all was okay and kiss her cherubic boy goodnight.  What she saw was.....
Mickey surrounded by a pile of white fluff.  "Look Mum" he exclaimed, "a cloud!"  She worked out that he had taken a picture frame off the wall, smashed it, got a big shard of glass, and then proceeded to shred his pillow to make a cloud on his bed where he was sitting amongst bits of glass and destroyed pillow.

Mickey's mum, possibly in a much calmer voice than I would use, instructed Mickey to stay still while she cleaned up the glass around him.  Then I think she stayed with him until he was safely asleep and unable to think of more scenery to construct in his room.

Mickey still has toys and a bed in his room.

But I have not seen any more pictures there.

The end.