There was something fishy with my bike.When it was investigated, it was discovered that it wasn’t fishy at all…instead the malodor was from a dead mouse in the space between the bike seat and the tyres.
That’s where I usually keep my driver’s license and registration.
Ha! The joke is on the mouse!
My driver’s license is with me, and not where the mouse intended to find it.
No wonder, it committed suicide.Rat poison is not a pretty way to go.I’d say a gun is quicker, but wouldn’t really know.
So far no one from the mouse’s family has come to claim the body. A girlfriend maybe? Minnie…yoo hoo, where are you?
Maybe it was a petty thief with criminal intentions and no family ties, and the address of a nearby chop shop.Maybe it was a heist gone wrong.Maybe it was double-crossed by its partners in crime!
We may never know what happened on that cold and stormy night, and whatever the truth is, my bike is safe, although stinking of dead mouse.