So why am I sitting here trapped? What made

So why am I sitting here trapped? What made me cross the line from being a Dad, an employee, a husband to a criminal who can never escape these prison walls? Fame - my 15 minutes

- began 21 minutes ago. In the 1st minute, I tripped on the curb & bumped into who appeared to be Michelle Obama. In the 2nd minute, the Secret Service surrounded me & pushed me

around, passing me between them like a ball. "So, you think you can brush with the 1st Lady, do ya? Do ya, huh?" The senior Secret Service agent threw me to the ground and pulled a

Manacle out just as I morphed into a brown mouse. He had the wrong suspect and let me go. I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed I was well tanned.I had grown a tail.

Swallowing my panic, I scrambled away in my new mouse form before he could get any more information out of me. I slipped under the door and

darted out into the garden. Grass that I'd once crushed underfoot now reared above my head, scattering dewdrops into my fur as I ran through it. I needed a mouse-friendly hideout.

For moments before I'd let the cat out.What were the chances that Taffy would recognize me transforrmed into a trembly whiskered rodent? "Down hear!" yelled a mouse with a familiar

scent. I then saw Taffy, who also had transformed. But we were stuck with a problem: The cat was hunting us. We scrambled to find weapons we could fit in our tiny paws, Taffy with

held a scream, but just barely. We all gathered at the entry of our nest, toothpicks and nails in paw, and prepared to make a valiant last stand against the family cat.

But our pathetic weapons were no match for the teeth & claws of the cat. One by one she bit and tore us to death. I write this with a toothpick dipped in my own blood as a warning…