Well, one day, the mouse died. It was a sad day. Monkey cried and cried.
Actually, she didn't cry at first because she didn't know what "died" meant.
Well, Papi Monkey told her that the mouse wasn't going to breath or eat or move around anymore. She still didn't cry. Not until Papi Monkey told Little Monkey they had to put it in a plastic bag and throw the mouse away.
Oh, then she cried and cried.
Well, Papi Monkey suggested that Little Monkey write the mouse a goodbye note. She did. It was very sweet. It said "I love you mouse" and "Goodbye".
They folded it up and took a shovel and the plastic bag with the dead mouse in it to the backyard.
Papi Monkey picked a spot next to a Live Oak and started digging. There were roots all over the place, but he was able to make a hole about a foot deep.
Maybe it was less than that.
Anyway, Papi Monkey opened the bag with the dead mouse in it and whew, was it stinky.
Papi Monkey told his little girl that when something dies, it starts to rot. Just like when she accidentally dropped an apple core into the couch and they found it all moldy and soft and stinky a couple of weeks later.
Just like when they forget to put the garbage out on trash day and have to wait a whole nother week, and it stinks like crazy. It’s because the garbage has things in it that are rotting.
They talked about how flies like to eat rotten stuff and they lay their eggs in the rotten stuff and the baby flies are born and they are called maggots. Eww!
Little Monkey dropped the folded up note into the hole and Papi Monkey dropped the dead mouse into the hole. Actually, they looked at the mouse first, then dropped it in.
Papi Monkey put dirt over the hole and they went inside. Later that night, Little Monkey asked how deep Papi Monkey could dig, and Papi Monkey said he couldn’t dig too deep. Maybe a few feet.
Little Girl monkey asked what would happen if he kept digging…if he could. And Papi Monkey took out their “Earth Ball” and tried to figure out where they would end up if they kept digging.
The answer was “Somewhere in the ocean”.
Little Monkey then asked about what kind of animals lived in the ocean, and they talked and talked about fish and sea horses and plankton and whales and coral well into the night.
Papi Monkey was suddenly woken up by a scream coming from outside. He found himself on Little Monkey’s bed, but Little Monkey was not there.
He ran out of the house and found Little Monkey standing next to the Live Oak tree, pointing to the ground.
When Papi Monkey reached his daughter, he saw that the place where they had buried her little mouse was disturbed. In fact, the mouse was gone. Little Monkey found her note a few feet away, in the direction of the deep forest.
Papi Monkey explained that he should have dug a deeper hole and that some other animal had come and taken her mouse away.
“Why would anyone do that?” she asked.
“Well,” said Papi Monkey carefully. “To eat it.”
Little Monkey’s face got all scrunched up and looked like she was going to throw up.
Papi Monkey took her hand and they climbed the tree house and listened to the wind for a while.
They didn’t talk about eating a rotten dead mouse.