A sticky end...

A huge black shape leapt out in front of her and she slid to a halt, her feet slipping on the shiny surface. She could feel her heart beat pounding frenetically in her tiny chest as she looked for an escape route.

She dashed through the gap beside the door and scooted into the hallway. Phew, the way through to the kitchen was clear (for the moment) She ran for the sanctuary of the dark under the counter.

What a great aroma – peanut butter! How tempting.

She reached up, leaned forward and.... blackness.

“The cat lost that one, mum!”