Rowley and the mouse

61.Rowley was not your typical 11-year-old. He had an uncanny nature about him that made him stand out from his peers. Known to be a bit obtuse, Rowley had a quirky fascination with animals. His days would usually be filled with observing ants trail long, winding paths, or deer trace delicate patterns in the woods near his home. Rowley's eccentric behaviour made him the laughing stock of his school, but he seldom cared. He was happy in the company of critters and creatures he so adored.
His garden was a menagerie of sorts, with various animals attracted by the delicious trail of bumcrumbs he carefully laid out. His peculiar habit also had a surprising consequence: a parade of creatures that would often sneak into his home through the old cat flap. Most of his furry visitors would leave after a while, but a certain little guest decided to stay.
A sprightly mouse scurried into Rowley's room one chilly evening, guided by the scent of the breadcrumb trail. The small creature bore an uncanny likeness to Jerry from the iconic animation, "Tom and Jerry." Rowley was astonished when the mouse spoke, its voice eerily resembling Snape from the Harry Potter series. The mouse offered a simple greeting, "Hello, friend!" causing Rowley to reel back and let out a shriek.
Intrigued by the commotion, Rowley's mother entered his room to find the talking mouse. Instead of terror, she was overcome with amusement and decided to keep the mouse as a family pet. Rowley's irritation over this home intruder was noticeable, but his protests fell on deaf ears.
The very next morning, Rowley found his breakfast piss oatmeal disturbed. A single spherical gift from the mouse lay floating in the bowl. Disgusted, Rowley complained theatrically, "I WANTED TO EAT 5 POOS, NOT ONE!" His outburst startled the mouse and amused his mother, adding an entertaining touch to their mundane morning routine.
Later that day, as Rowley watched his favourite show, "Captain Arse Face," disaster struck. The curious little mouse had somehow managed to knock over their old television. Even though the mouse was guilty, poor Rowley bore the brunt of his father's frustration and was blamed for the mishap.
Giving in to his simmering resentment at last, Rowley decided enough was enough. He devised a plan to bid adieu to his pesky new pet. Late in the night, as the house slumbered, Rowley sneaked downstairs and executed his plan. The mouse, confused and sleepy, was shoved into the oven. But as Rowley reached to retrieve his unfortunate victim, a sudden burst of pain hit him. He had burnt himself!
His screams of pain woke his mother, who hurried downstairs and found her little boy sobbing over a pair of singed hands. While she consoled and bandaged him, an even darker twist awaited them. The family woke up to the police at their doorstep, who had come to arrest Rowley's father for buying an oven. His sentence was severe: death by electric chair.
For Rowley and his mother, this judgment was morbidly entertaining. As they watched Rowley’s father squirming in the chair, they couldn't help but laugh. They even had popcorn to enhance the spectacle, laughing at the sight of him in distress. This was the end of their strange and twisted adventure with the magnificent mouse, a testament to the wry humor of life's unpredictable events.