amos the churchmouse: amos encounters a snowstorm

Gary Mitchell

amos the churchmouse:
a view from under the pew

Editor’s note: Amos is a churchmouse, who types by hopping on the computer keyboard, but he can’t operate the capital shift keys, and he shuns punctuation marks – except hyphens and dashes.

amos encounters a snowstorm

it had been a beautiful
week boss and i was just
walking down the sidewalk
minding my own business
when all of a sudden my
whiskers started shivering
snowflakes started sticking
to my eyelashes a cold icy
wind started whipping
through my brown fur and
icicles started forming in
a row on my tail let me tell
ya boss it was cold

it reminds me of the winter
of nineteen-eighteen said
crotchety old tommy
turtle sr now that was a
cold spell he said all the
beetles took the flu
cats froze to death in the

maybe it could happen
again said willifred the
white rat with something
of a gleam in his eye

oh it wasn t only the cats
said old mr turtle
mice and rats died in bunches
gathered around dried-up bits
of cheese cows froze in
twelve-foot snowdrifts
goldfish and catfish were
preserved in solid blocks of
ice in stock tanks all over the

that sounds awful says i

it was nodded the wrinkled
old turtle solemnly

but how did you survive it
all asked freddie the flea

it wasn t easy i tell ye
the old turtle replied
i thought sure i was gonna
die but i prayed and i prayed
then i saw a hobo s fire near
the frozen railroad track so i
hurried as fast as my little
frozen feet and my little
ice-covered shell could
carry me said he
when i got there the hoboes
welcomed me to their warm
little fire they were so kind
and nice to me

i thought this is great
they invited me to supper so i
said sure why not
but when i asked what they
were having to eat they said
turtle soup and grinned this
wicked little grin

so what did you do says i
certain that i was catching
the flu

well i thought sure i was
gonna die but i prayed and i
i tried to run away but you
know how fast we turtles