I think there is a mouse in the wall. No, I am not crazy. I can hear the pitter-patter of little feet. It's possible that it is a nice mouse, like Stuart Little, or a mischievous mouse, like Jerry. Maybe it is an adventurous mouse, like Hermux Tantamoq, or a motorcycle mouse, like Ralph.
Worst case scenario, it is a rat. I think I would prefer Templeton over the rat king from The Nutcracker.
Best case scenario, it is simply my imagination. Maybe I have been reading too many books before bed.
Either way, I will be listening tonight for the little patter of tiny feet, and dreaming of adventures with Hermux.