sneaky little creature

And there it was, not creeping, but running, but not carelessly, but quiet and so effortlessly. Not 3 men could catch it. All were cautious, unsuspecting that the little beast was not only fast, but intelligent too. Running for its life, it managed in its own way, its taunts. Probably smiling in its failed captors defeat.

It wasn't running for its life. No, the little thing was running for valour and merely to embarass clumsy giants. Giants with poor speed and poor agility. How were any of them going to kill it or even catch it?

Damn mouse.

You defeated 5 mouse traps, which incidentally caught a much bigger beast, that was slower in both speed and wit (Dickson...hahaha). You eluded the 3 musketeers effort to quash you. Not mop, nor broom, nor special sweeper-thing could stop you.

Stupid mouse.

Mock us now with your tiny chatter and laughter. We will catch you soon, and soon, we will have roast mouse.