Everyone knew that Mr. Peabody was living in the old car. It was obvious; all of the signs were there: the mess and the odor.
They tried to evict him for months, but he was an elusive old guy. He stayed in there, eventually dying in that very car.
They found his little dead mouse body up against the blower motor fan blades.
~McGuffy Ann Morris
Written for a five-line fiction writing prompt, this tale is really a true story. I named the little deer mouse Mr. Peabody, in part due to the musky smell that lingered in my car. We knew he was there by the little signs of decorating he was doing. I found bird seed in my trunk, though there had been no bird seed put there by us. My Kleenex box was suddenly a fluffy bed for someone very small. The foam under my seat was chewed into a small pile.
We did try to evict Mr. Peabody. I had the dashboard removed to clean out the vents. The car was detailed, twice. I also put repellents put into place. Mothballs, dryer sheets, and citrus-scented objects were put in the places that he frequented, to no avail…until nature took its course. When my air conditioner needed to be maintained and recharged, we found Mr. Peabody, just as my story says. He was then quietly laid to rest.
“My Writeful Heart”:
D= The Drought
F= Final Departure
G= The Guardian
H= The Horologist
L= The Loan