Jamie arrived home to find Nils had caught the mouse that had been living in the garage. “What do you think?” Nils asked, indicating the painting still on the easel, the paint still wet.

“I guess now we don’t have to worry about it chewing up the cables in my car,” she said. “Poor little thing. Its paws and nose are so pink. Like a little boy’s penis. Something strange about it, though.”

“Maybe you’re noticing it’s upside down.”

“That must be it,” Jamie said. “How come?”

“When the trap springs shut, snapping the mouse’s neck, everything flies up into the air, then comes down who know which way.”