"There there, all better now." The woman sighs over you, patting your knee gently as he stands to put away the first aid kit.
"I think it's time for a nap," She says, picking you up slowly, as not to reinjure your scraped knee. As she carries you off to bed, you see the mice on their tricycles begin to play. They play all kinds of games, those mice. They toss bread crumbs around as though their mothers had never told them not to play with their food. Back and forth, back and forth, the crumbs go flying through the air.
The mice play soccer ball with the stolen marbles from your collection. The marble rolls towards the woman, and unaware of its presence, she slips and falls. You go flying through the air for what seems like hours, only to land softly on the green wooly carpet. Leaving the room, you retrieve the first aid kit off the kitchen counter. When you return, the woman lies still, bleeding out. You place band-aids over her wounds, pat her knee, and whisper.
" There there, all better now."