There once was a mouse (we’ll call him Winston). Winston was unlike many others. He dreamed of traveling the world.
Winston lived in a house in Maine where he would scurry about with the other mice in his family. Sometimes he would go outside and depending on the season he would look for food in the meadows, or frollick in the snow.
But Winston was restless and one day he overheard the girl who lived in his house, named Nicki, talking about traveling to Bosnia. Winston needed to go with her. He needed to travel the world.
One day Winston found Nicki’s suitcase and crawled into the otside pocket. “No one will notice me here,” he thought to himself. The he waited. He waited and waited. Days went by and Winston got hungrier and thirstier, but he would not leave for fear that Nicki would leave without him. He waited and waited, and eventually winston died.
Eventually Nicki pulled out her suitcase and started packing. A few days later she noticed that her suitcase smelled pretty bad, but she didn’t see anything wrong with it. “It must be mildew or mold,” she thought to herself. “I hope my things don’t get ruined, but I really need to use this bag.” And so she finished packing, placed her pillow on top of her things, closed the bag and ziped it up.
Nicki did indeed travel to Bosnia. When she arrived she was very tired, and hadn’t had mor than 2 hours of sleep. She waited for her three bags, but only one came.
Winston’s dead body lay in one of her missing bags; the one containing her knitting needles and most of her winter clothes.
Nicki filed a mising bags report at the airport and was told she would receive her bags the following day. The following day, those bags came, and Nicki received them after her first day working in the English Library she was there to work in.
That evening she started unpacking her things, and the bag smelled worse than she remembered. She took her pillow out, and it smeled just as the bag did.
When dinner came by delivery, she set down her unpacking task and ate while watching a movie with her friend, J. When the movie ended Nicki decided to go to the office to talk with her fiance, Joe.
Nicki didn’t get back to her home until 2AM, but still she wasn’t tired enough to go to sleep. She decided to continue unpacking her stinky bag. Once everything had been unpacked and put away, she checked the outside pocket, and she felt something unfamiliar. As she pulled it out she discovered Winston’s decomposing carcass.
She screamed, but Joy did not wake up.
She thought, “I can’t leave it there, I need to find something topick it up with.” There were no paper towels or napkins. The she spotted a washcloth she had knit. “This will have to do.”

She picked Winston up, photographed him, wrapped him in a plastic bag and disposed of him in the trash.
She thought, “I must tell this mouse’s story for him.”
And that is Winston’s tale.