Retired dad is wise, courageous and full of interest in fighting rats
My father is retired.
is full of energy. Nothing to do. I am old and have no companion, and it is rare to get dark.
It's finally dark. There are rats in the house. When I was busy in the past, I never noticed that there was often an extra hole in the corner of the cabinet or mosquito net in the room for no reason.
At this time, my father was happy, and the joints all over his body made a series of crisp sounds. Holding a pair of fire tongs, I saw a mouse hiding behind a pickle jar everywhere. I struck it with a pair of fire tongs - Pong! The pickle jar was all over the floor. The mouse ran away.
"Bastard!" the father cursed bitterly. I went to get a mop to mop the floor again.
I mopped and washed, but the acid water kept flowing and I couldn't mop it clean. The room is full of sour and smelly jars that are so careless. I wonder if they have been used for too long, or because he has accumulated too much strength? They are not so careless.
He felt a little regretful; but also felt that it was not enough.
Simply find a basin and pour out all the pickles. Put the cracked jar aside and wait for tomorrow. When things started to increase, my father felt that his life was very fulfilling. The son got out of bed and looked at his father resentfully. Frowning. The father rubbed his hands and seemed to be smiling. Full of energy.
When my son went to sleep again, he covered his nose tightly with his head. I had a dream: I went on a date with my girlfriend, which tasted very bad...
The mouse made a fuss all night, and so did my father.
The five pickle jars all cracked, and not a single mouse was caught. It was almost dawn, and the mouse was tired of it, so he slipped back into the hole.
My father also went to bed and breathed a sigh of relief. Never slept so soundly.
When I woke up, it was already broad daylight. My son has gone to work long ago.
The day of father's interesting battle of wits and courage with the mouse began again.