AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 3: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 22nd

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     Every couple hours, we switched   
places.                                
     Not too long after lunch, while I 
was dumping cages again, it happened.  
     Denise was feeding the Tunnel and 
also telling me about all the ins and  
outs of the place, especially the week-
ly meetings.                           
     “Once a week, we all get together,
ate donuts and learned about all the   
new rules, procedures and other boring 
bullshit like that, but the important  
part was at the end.”                  
     “What happens then?”              
     “We get to ask questions, complain
and make suggestions. I’ve been trying 
to get them to listen to me for a      
while, and well, I’m not getting any-  
where.                                 
     “Maybe they’ll listen, if they    
have to deal with two of us, instead of
just me.”                              
     “We also have to stay on this side
of the firing line.”                   
     “Yup. We can’t help the mice, if  
we get fired.”                         
     I didn’t hear that last part. I   
had to replay it later, because a mouse
fell out of one of the cages, flopped  
around, and then started slipping into 
the machine.                           
     “Holy shit!” I screamed, immedi-  
ately shut the Grinder off, and made a 
grab for it, just as it lost its grip  
and was headed straight into the spin- 
ning metal spokes that grounded every- 
thing up.                              
     I didn’t even realize how close   
I’d come to getting my own hand mangled
until later, and I don’t know how I was
able to grab it either, but when I pul-
led my hand up, I had it by one of its 
tiny ears.                             
     Denise calmly walked over, put her
hand on the machine, and as the mouse  
struggled to get away, told me, “You   
can let him go.”                       
     I did, and the mouse immediately  
ran up her arm, and then finally onto  
her shoulder.                          
     “Nice catch, by the way,” she told
me and began whispering to the mouse.  
The mouse actually chippered back,     
while she listened, and then began to  
pet him.                               
     “Sorry Dodger. I don’t make the   
rules. I wish I did.”                  
     “Dodger?”                         
     “He dodged the Grinder, didn’t    
he?”                                   
     The mouse chippered back, and she 
listened again. She looked at me and   
had a couple tears.                    
     “What’d he say?”                  



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CHAPTER 3: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 22nd
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