The mouse crept ever quietly toward the Roquefort cheese, its pungent smell drawing and luring him, intoxicating him. Drunk the mouse stepped forward with out judgment’s delays. His mouth watered like a mad animal creating flecks of froth at the corner of his mouth where the heavy breath was escaping. Before he could reach the large piece the fumes, those glorious fumes, had overtaken him entirely. Overcome the mouse passed out, and with final movement strained to get nose to cheese. There with out consciousness he drank in the mind destroying seduction.
The sun and death found him there.
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