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I jumped when I saw the mouse scurry across the kitchen floor. The counter sagged and groaned as I sat up on it and screamed. My husband came in and asked what the matter was, so I told him I just saw a huge, black rat. He eyed me suspiciously, but then began to search for it. I pushed the dirty dishes away and pulled my knees up to my chin and remained on the counter.
My husband was down on his knees, looking under the stove.
"It came from over there," I said, pointing towards the pantry.
"You sure you saw a rat?" he asked.
I asked him why he thought I would lie about something like that.
"You think I screamed for absolutely no reason and then created a disease carrying vermin to cover it up? Don't you trust me?"
He shook his head and continued searching and I knew I had had scared him off the trail of the truth.
I was still on the counter and he was still on his knees when our daughter came in. A frown on her face and worry in her eyes.
"Have you guys seen my mouse?" she asked.
My husband looked up from the floor