Mouse in Space!!!!!

If ever a small white lab mouse had flown further into space, Jeff certainly didn’t know about it. He was going high and further than any mouse he knew, or had even read of in Space lab rat Monthly, The industry approved scientific magazine, for all rodents within the space exploration and testing industry. I mean sure, there was that Russian Rat named Ike, who had stowed away on Mere, but Stowaways don’t count, and anyway, The RISAB program (Rodents in space and Beyond) was going to go way past Mere. They were going all the way baby, the end of the known universe or bust. And who was the mouse for the Job? Jeff was the mouse. He was more than a mouse, he was a mouse mountain! No mouse had ever scored as higher speeds on the rotating wheel. No mouse on record had ever come close to eating many of its own young. Jeff had the best times through the maze with both cheese and nut based baits.
This was it. It was Jeff’s time to shine and he was going to make every star in the sky jealous. He was calm and colleted as his handler placed him in the end of his cardboard tube.
“This doesn’t seem all that stable” said Jeff to himself “I mean I’m not a space ship designer or anything, but you’d think you need more than a cardboard tube to get all the way through known space and beyond. It must be re-enforced or something. Jeff looked back to ground from his Cardboard throne aloft. He could see his handler preparing the pile of sparkler dust at the base of his ship.
“One would think you would need more than sparkler dust as fuel if your going to brake through the Earths atmosphere and be released from it’s gravitation pull, and to be thrown far into the darkest depths of space.” He thought, “But what do I know about explosives. Every mouse has his job on this mission. That’s what makes us the best. We’re a team. A mouse for every job, and a job for every mouse.”
Jeff listened as his handler called out the count down from the other side of the back yard.
“10, 9, 8, 7, 6 …” This was it. It was time to make Global history. “5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Lunch is Go!”


This Story is dedicated To PInky and The Brain. The world is yours my friends, The world is yours.