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House during my childhood was old.
Once it lodges representative frost arctic mice.
Mouse periodically noticed something in one room, then another, but each time an animal expelled oldest method available to women: long squeal bordering with ultrasound frequency.
On the mouse trap set, put in a mousetrap cheese invaluable scarce, but to no avail.
 The mouse has been elusive.
 Finally one night (a night during the polar night begins after an hour of the day), four aunts were sitting in his room at the table, they perform some work, and the ladies were peaceful conversation.
And suddenly one of them noticed the window under the mouse battery.
The lady, of course, screamed. Mouse, acting according to the rules of the game, ran out of the room. But in this case, knowing it is obvious that direct - the shortest distance between two points, it is decided not to run around the perimeter of the room to the exit.
She decided to take shortcuts. And ran into the middle of the room.
 Then it saw the other three ladies. Instinct load instantly. In those days there was no alarm on the machines, but the effect was about the same: on the one leaping wailed three foreign cars.
 And then the mouse stopped. Right in the middle of the room.
 Aunty realized that the next step will be an enemy to throw any of them, and since they are formed as if the corners of the square, the center of which stood a mouse, it was not clear what she would rush over.
Sensing the terrible destruction in the teeth of a rodent, aunts shrieked another octave. Thus all of them have long been crouched on stools in the most uncomfortable positions, afraid to put your feet on the floor, but without being sure that the chairs survive their weight, if they stand up to his full height.
 Here at last, sensing that something was wrong, because of the large hall deigned to appear one of the men.
The mouse does not react to the emergence of a new actor, while continuing to terrorize tetenek accidents.
The man picked up the first available polutoralitrovye bank (as they were holding hands, pencils, diluted paint, so that the cans, including empty in "aesthetics" was enough) and cardboard and, imagining himself a real Indian, moved with her mouse.
Aunty stopped screaming and began to give instructions. Mouse stood brazenly waited.
 Finally, the bank has been thrown over the mouse.
The mouse does not move.
 Finally cardboard stick was under the mouse.
 The mouse does not move.
 When the bank turned a mouse fell backward and lay, with his paws up.
 She died of a broken heart.