The Epic Story of How I Bruised my Knee

So this incident occurred yesterday and I blame it all on the little creature we call 'mouse'. It started when I saw it peeking out at me from between the stove and the slab. I didn't freak out, of course, I just started shouting really loudly for help. To my rescue, came my father. Except, that when he went after the mouse, it came right at me. So very naturally, I ran as fast as my short legs could carry me, which was not very fast. 

Here's some necessary background information before I continue. The current house I live in was constructed around 70 years ago so the design is pretty circular. My brothers' bedroom has two doors, one of which opens towards the kitchen and the other near the main door. The alternate way would be straight from the kitchen to the main door. 

Back to the story, where I am running into my brothers' bedroom from one doorway. I enter the room and instead of closing the door behind me, as was my original plan, I keep running. And this my friends is when my knee bumps into a bed post and I get a mark from the battle. But what do I do? I don't stop, I keep running till I am out the other door and guess who's staring up at my face? You guessed it, my little light brown friend with my father chasing behind him. He reaches the mouse before the mouse has time to think and knocks him unconscious so he may be disposed off outside the house. Don't stop reading, this isn't over yet.

I want you to know who is the hero here. Me, the girl with a swollen knee, had I not stopped suddenly in front of the mouse he would have entered the rooms right! I not only saved the entire house but also bruised my self so bad that now I have to sleep with my leg bent at an odd angle so my knee does not hurt. So thanks dad, but thanks to me too!