I look up expectantly, the large brown eyes in front of me do nothing to comfort my fear, I can’t believe
my ancestors enjoyed this. Oh, by the way I’m Harold the mouse, distantly descended from the great
Harvey, ruler of mouse kind. Anyway this doesn’t help me now, a hand connected to the eyes swoops
down and picks me up, carrying me over to the ramp. I scream and try to pull away, no good. I’m trapped
in this ever expandable prison for the rest of my life. The brown eyes place me on a tiny skateboard, I look
down, the ramp stretches away as far as the eye can see. I see a faint light in the distance and gasp, it’s
the deadly ring of fire! I scream and cover my face with my hands, my stomach is tying itself in knots
and butterflies seem to be bursting out of my ears. I scream again and try to escape, but then I
remember my cheese, if I pull out now I’ll never get it it. My mind spins over all the different types of
cheese. It could be prime Gouda with a bright red crust, or maybe a delicious goat milk cheese from
Afghanistan, never mind, I’ll never get the cheese, the fire will claim my life before that every happens.
\Suddenly the skateboard shoots forward on the rails and I cling to like it’s a life raft in a cold sea. It
picks up speed as it careens down the drop towards the infamous ring of fire. A little ramp leads up to it,
and the board speeds up it, I close my eyes, this is going to be my last breath.
my ancestors enjoyed this. Oh, by the way I’m Harold the mouse, distantly descended from the great
Harvey, ruler of mouse kind. Anyway this doesn’t help me now, a hand connected to the eyes swoops
down and picks me up, carrying me over to the ramp. I scream and try to pull away, no good. I’m trapped
in this ever expandable prison for the rest of my life. The brown eyes place me on a tiny skateboard, I look
down, the ramp stretches away as far as the eye can see. I see a faint light in the distance and gasp, it’s
the deadly ring of fire! I scream and cover my face with my hands, my stomach is tying itself in knots
and butterflies seem to be bursting out of my ears. I scream again and try to escape, but then I
remember my cheese, if I pull out now I’ll never get it it. My mind spins over all the different types of
cheese. It could be prime Gouda with a bright red crust, or maybe a delicious goat milk cheese from
Afghanistan, never mind, I’ll never get the cheese, the fire will claim my life before that every happens.
\Suddenly the skateboard shoots forward on the rails and I cling to like it’s a life raft in a cold sea. It
picks up speed as it careens down the drop towards the infamous ring of fire. A little ramp leads up to it,
and the board speeds up it, I close my eyes, this is going to be my last breath.
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