The Many Adventures of Chelsea and Meg

Chapter 4
As they entered the octagonal room they noticed that something was different. The floor had changed from black and white checkered tile, to pink fuzzy carpet.

“Yuck!” Chelsea said disgusted.

“I know what you mean.” came a small voice from the floor.
Chelsea and Meg looked down and to their surprise, they saw a very small and very fuzzy pink mouse.
“Who are you?” they asked.

“Why I’m a floor mouse, of course”

“A floor mouse?” Chelsea asked. “I’ve only heard of a door mouse, never a floor mouse.”

“Yes well, interestingly enough, things do exist that you have never heard about.” Said the mouse in a nasty tone.

“My you are grumpy,” Chelsea noted

“You would be grumpy to, if your skin changed with the f***ing floor.”

“whoa, watch the language buddy.” Chelsea cautioned.

“It is good camouflage.” Meg observed
The floor mouse looked at them in distain.

“Why are you here?” the mouse asked, ”are you girls here to visit King Jeremy.”

“ummm you could say that” Chelsea said

“Never!” Meg shouted “We are here to....” she stopped her sentence short because Chelsea poked her in the ribs. There was something about this mouse that Chelsea just didn’t trust. His beady eyes perhaps.

“Well, visiting Jeremy makes sense, he has girls over all the time.” said the mouse.
The mouse knew this was a lie, but why tell
these girls, they looked so dumb and stupid and ... tasty. Mmmmm he hadn’t had a human to eat in about 3 months. Jeremy only fed him when he was extraordinarily mad at someone.
What? surprised? well, you shouldn’t be, everyone knows that floor mice eat humans.

“I know where you can find Jeremy.“ announced the mouse.”

“Where?” Meg asked.

“Right through that door over there.” said the mouse pointing towards a door.

This door was a great, old, wooden door, with a picture of two people, a man and a woman, both of whom were on plates of lettuce.

“um, I don’t think we should go in that door.” said Meg

“I agree,” Chelsea said.

Now, you may wonder why the door had a picture of what was going to happen inside that room. Eating people is something thought to be secretive. Well, as Chelsea has mentioned before, Jeremy was as dumb as an ox. and I am now tending to agree with her.

“Oh,” said the mouse coyly, “that is just a picture of Jeremy's parents on their trip to Bermuda.” “everyone knows the grass is super green in Bermuda ... yeah ... green and lush and tasty.” The mouse drooled onto the pink carpet.
Chelsea was not to be fooled. For she was the Rhoda. She spotted a vase that looked just about the right size for a carnivorous mouse. Before the mouse knew what was happening, Chelsea had plopped the vase over the mouse and put three heavy books on top of it. Three Blind Mice and Other Rhymes, Mice and Men and Floor mouse care for dummies.
“That should do it,” she said noting the irony.

“Now which door?” asked Meg

“Let’s try this one.” Chelsea replied.

The door Chelsea wanted to try was a big Iron door with hundreds of tiny eyeballs glaring at them.

“Why?” gulped Meg

“Because, It looks cool.” Chelsea replied.

This was obviously enough reason for Chelsea's mind- and well we all know that she is the only one that matters in this story.

Unfortunately, Meg and Chelsea’s idea of cool was very different. Meg absolutely did not want to enter that fiendish looking door.

“Come on,” Chelsea encouraged “It can‘t be that bad.”

Chelsea grabbed Meg by the wrist and pushed open the heavy Iron door. Making sure of course, to wink at the vast array of eyeballs as they entered. The eyeballs looked surprised, as they had never had anyone wink at them before, and happily let Chelsi and Meg pass.