O.K., so his rear end had expanded a bit over the last few years- but was this any reason for the gods to deny Akne a little swim in a bottle of wine? After all, how oftern would Akne be small enough- or find enough wine- to actually bathe in it? Yet here he was, so close to teh wine, but unable to squeeze his butt into the bottle. Akne wondered if maybe it as too late to find a larger sized bottle- with a bigger neck.

It was at this point that a very large, mean looking and hungry cat's reflection showed up in the wine. "Either I am having the dts, or I am in serious doo doo" Akne thought to himself. He tried to get out of the neck of the wine bottle, but found himself unable to retreat. He looked again- the cat's refelction was still there- but larger and meaner. This was it- he was going to die as an appetizer for a very big cat. Like many men, he had always wanted to be eaten- just not this literally.

The cat took a big swipe at Akne's bottle and it flew to the ground, breaking. He was freed- sort of. He still had a little glass ring around his neck from that blasted bottle. Akne tried to run, but the cat was to quick for him. He also discovered that mice had poor vision when they drank. Everything was blurry. He tried to run into more bottles, but the cat squashed him and caught him with its paw. He could feel himself being lifted into the air- this was definitely not good.

Loud noises shook the room and Akne could here others running in. The cat dropped him and he tok the chance to flee into some more bottles. he could not see what was happening and he couldnt hear very well either. From what he could gather, the cat was the subject of some attention- meaining he might get away scot free.

Akne turned to run into the hole when he heard the unmistakable voice of badgirl. Running toward it, he found himself brushed aside again and again. He was determined- Bad girl would not let the cat eat him. Finding a leg that smelled like hers, he scooted right up under her dress. The irony did not escpae him- she had wanted him up there just an hour or so ago- but not as a mouse.

He could feel her squirming around, batting at herself, trying to brush him off. He moved farther up- where she could not strike so hard. She really squirmed then, and he could feel her running about screaming from the room. Akne knew he would now be free of the cat, but would badgirl crush him in the end?

Akne heard the door of the room close and another open. Badgirl had obviously opeened another room and fled into it. The clothing she was wearing fell to the floor and badgirl was nowhere to be seen. Instead, slithering in the middle of her clothing was an asp.

Not good, not good. Akne stood very still wating for badgirl/asp to strike; but nothing happened. Akne decided to move back from her- very slowly, but found himself unable to do so. He could not look around or even move. His point of view was no longer on the floor but was higher up. Catching a reflection in a shield ont eh far wall, Akne saw he was a statute- of himself.