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Mouse trap!

They say everyone is computer literate these days. Does 'everyone' include people from Timbuktu? That is my first question. My second question is 'Where is Timbuktu?'

The other day a pretty young thing walked in. She had nothing to say, so she asked what that little thing on the desk was. I said it was a mouse. "EEEEEEKS!" That was the last I 'heard' of her. The last I ever saw of her too. Must have come from Timbuktu. But she was a pretty little thing you bet! She wore a little pretty thing too. Hopefully she will come back. I have even detached the mouse from the computer and put it away, in anticipation.

mouse trap felix

However, I am not the one to cry over lost opportunities. I know that plenty of 'lost' opportunities will always come again. Like the other day I was surfing the net and I saw this advertisement that said 'Click here to Win a Million Dollars'. I clicked and at that exact moment we had a power failure. I have never seen the advertisement again. Probably someone else, who didn't have a power failure at that exact moment, won it. But I don't regret losing a million dollars. In fact I am used to losing a million dollars every now and then. I have ample proof of all the million dollars I have lost, if lottery tickets are proof enough.

I was relaxed as I was recalling all those opportunities I had lost, when all of a sudden I heard a knock at the door. Opportunity they say knocks only once. This particular one knocked twice. It was that pretty young thing who walked in, wearing that little pretty thing. She's a pretty little thing you bet! I don’t think she is from Timbuktu after all, or else she wouldn't have come back. I pinched myself to check if I was dreaming. I wasn't. I then glanced over to make sure there was no trace of the mouse around me. When all of a sudden "EEEEEEEEKS!" she went again.

No, I hadn't attached the mouse to the computer again. This time she saw a 'real' one!

Felix Martires

 

 


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