WHY MICKEY MOUSE STILL MAKES ME NERVOUS

I saw a mouse today, and it took me way back to a moment years ago as a younger lad growing up in Ohio. I was quite the dapper little fellow, and looked forward to dressing up in my "Big Game" hunting outfit each day. I relished the jungle helmet, the khaki shorts, and the long knee socks. For the entire length of many days, I could be found stalking wild dogs and jungle cats in the back yard. I only rested to eat and sleep.

Well, I suppose my grandpa thought he would break me of my new obsession, since grandma voiced on several occasions, "I think something is wrong with that boy!"

I vividly remember the moment as if it were yesterday.

"Come here son," Grandpa whispered. "It's about time I let you hunt some really big game."

"OOOHHHHHHH BOOOYYYYYY!, what ya got in mind Grandpa?"

"Well, your grandmother is sleep in her favorite rockin' chair, and I saw a mouse run up her dress! You know how she hates those darn mice. You just go right on over there and sneak up real quiet. Lift up her dress and shoot that mouse with your little huntin' rifle. Now, you can't miss it...it's ugly and its got grey whiskers. I'll take you for a ride, and we'll get some ice cream when you're done"

Bob Marley SHOT THE SHERIFF! I shot the mouse.

We have decent folk on this forum, and I won't say what happened to me...but...every time I go to Disneyland....I'm reaaaaaaaaal cautious.