Last Night

I woke to a mouse scampering across my bedroom floor. 

I went to the fridge and got a piece of cheese and put it in a mouse trap. I tripped on the way back, fell on the ground, and the trap snapped on my finger. 

The mouse came up to me and asked if I was alright. 

I said no. 

With great difficulty, the mouse managed to help me make it back to bed. 

The mouse noticed the mouse trap clamped on my finger and asked, "Was that meant for me?" 

I said yes with an apology. 

The mouse opened the trap, took it off my finger, popped the bait in its mouth and said, "Thanks for the cheese!"