The mouse

Pink whiskered nose pokes from under the refrigerator. Beady black eyes, glisten brightly. It’s dark, only the glow of the dying fire lights his journey. Tick-tock goes the grandfather clock and the old dog snores gently in his basket.
The mouse scampers as quick as a flash across the tiled floor, tiny feet barely make a sound as he searches for some forgotten crumbs. Nose twitches, he smells cheese, he takes a nibble. Snap!