In anticipation of World Book day this Thursday, I read a book last night.
It wasn't what I was expecting.
All kudos to the writer, as I really had NO idea where it was going.
Little G had brought home a book from school called "The Mouse Box." Sounded innocuous enough. Quite sweet even.
Here is a brief synopsis:
Two kids find a dead mouse. They are sad. They would like to have a funeral for the mouse.
OK. Important to learn about death. In a subtle and tasteful way.
My brain wasn't really paying attention but my mouth kept reading.
After a while I really wished it hadn't.
The children's sister sees them holding the dead mouse (this part reminded me of my previous post about Gerry the Gerbil and the Curry Tsunami. Except their mouse is dead. Gerry was just acting.)
The big sister isn't very happy and tells them they need to wash their hands. The children still want to bury the mouse, so they start to look for a box. They go up to their sister's room and see she has an empty chocolate box. They put the dead mouse in the box. Unfortunately, children have a very low attention span. They get distracted and leave the box unsupervised. Big sister goes into her room, sees the chocolate box, gives it a shake and thinks she has some left. So she decides to take them to school. To share.
Which was nice.
It didn't go down well.
Not surprisingly when she is offering dead mouse carcass as a treat. What I love the most (spoiler alert) is that when the kids come to bury the mouse and can't find the box, they don't give two shits about where it might be and decide to just bury a tree instead.