“Today, we are going to dissect mice.” Miss Grand announced to the class.
A murmur of horror and excitement erupted in the classroom.
In the back row, three hands shot up.
“Yes?”
“Miss” all three started their questions at the same time.
“One at a time!”
“Miss,” Linda asked, “do we have to? Mice are disgusting! There was once one in my gran’s kitchen, what a relief when the exterminator came.”
With a look of horror, Tina looked at her friend, “an exterminator, oh no the poor thing!”
“Tina, you can talk about this with Lida after the class, now, what was your question?”
With a very worried look, Tina started: “Erm, do I have to? I mean mice are so cute and I’ll be feeling sorry for it during the whole class.”
“Yes you have to, no one gets to sit out this important lesson, not even if you are a vegan, and no one here is of a religion that strongly forbids you to dissect dead mice.” Miss Grand added.
“Really?” Tina pressed on, “I risk crying and how will I be greeted by Mr Snuggles when I come home from school?”
“You can always tell him you are looking into becoming a vet”.
“True!” Tina looked at her hands and bit her lips.
“And Miranda, if you want to miss out on this one, sorry it won’t work!”
Moments later the three girls were looking at their trays.
“Poor thing,” Tina said giving the dead mouse a little stroke with her index “its fur is so soft! I hope that it was very old or already sick.”
“I hope not!” Exclamined Miranda while toying with the almost naked tail, ” I really want to feed it to Snowball after the lesson, he’ll be chuffed! You know I helped him catch his first mouse when he was still a baby.”
“Oh, you two are disgusting!” that was Linda, poking her scalpel at the dead rodent. “I just hope that it wasn’t sick, I don’t want to catch any diseases.”
This post is part of my 30 to 31 challenge. Between my 30th birthday and my 31st, I will try, and give my best to write one post (from the cuff) per week (if I must this will be done on my phone).
If you feel like joining the fun for your 23 to 24 challenge or 51 to 52 or whatever your age is… then go ahead, and if you link back to my post of the week and I’ll do my best to give you a shout out.
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Solveig Werner 
I managed to avoid dissecting anything when I was at school. I suspect we didn’t have to unless we did Biology A level (Highers). I think that’s why I didn’t do biology!
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I think I had to dissect a mouse, they did not want anyone to get around that, so it was in the last year that biology was mandatory… I did avoid dissecting a sheep’s brain, that was actually meant to be a “fun” activity.
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