It was a cold winter day,
And the sun didn't come out to stay.
All seemed quiet and routine until evening fell,
And something on the refrigerator had cast a spell.
For some unknown reason it wasn't running,
And hubby investigated using his cunning.
The compressor had kicked out for sure he thought.
He began to see dollar signs and with frustration was fraught.
His worry was for naught,
Because the fan a mouse had caught.
The furry creature had caused the safety feature to stop the appliance,
And we were glad for its manufacturing reliance.
The tiny mouse was no longer among the living,
And soon our fridge was cold air giving.
So my tiny friends take heed,
Don't make your nest in the wrong place or your name in the obits you'll read.
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