What inspired this one was a real mouse that's living here with us that I've known about for a week but just now told him about. I've been feeding it, actually. I can't help it. It's so cute and runs across the floor so fast and lives so secretly in the closet. He scared me the first time I saw him. I scared him too, he didn't know I was out here in the living room, all the lights were off. So far I've fed him cereal, 2 Doritos, and some peas. Then I confessed yesterday about it. This is how I confessed: I said, when mice live in your house, what all bad things do they do? Are they bad like rats? And he said, no, rats and mice are like night and day. Mice might try to get into your food, but that's about it. Then he asked why I said that. I told him about our friend.
The verdict is, the mouse gets to live here with us. All our food is safe, there's nothing he can break into. And I plan on keeping him fed on a regular basis anyway so he won't have to steal anything.

I can hear him in the closet, now. He's a night mouse.