The story of my dog he likes to chase a mouse that lives in my garden.

 🐾 Pirulín and the Midnight Mouse Party

I have a dog so tiny, so small,

sometimes we can’t see him at all!

His name is Pirulín, full of delight,

a brave little lion—at least in his mind! 🦁✨

Off he ran, so bold and quick,

his tiny paws went click-click-click!

He slipped, he slid, he twirled around,

like a cupcake superhero on the ground! 🧁⚡

Now every night, without a sound,

he guards the house, he walks his rounds.

Tiny, brave, and hard to see—

a secret agent, that’s Pirulín, you see! 🕵️‍♂️🐶

Shhhhh… don’t make a peep,

When I sleep in my cozy sleep.

But there he sits, my sneaky pup,

with glowing eyes that say, “Wake up!”

He looks at me with that funny stare,

like he’s talking without a care:

"Can I go out, please, just one more chase?

The giant mouse is in his place!”

“Mmm… not again,” I sigh and frown,

but he’s already halfway down!

He loves the night, he loves the game,

the mouse and him—they’re both the same! 🌙🎶

Maybe they dance, maybe they sing,

maybe they race for the cheese they bring!

Maybe they party under the light,

while I pretend I don’t know at night! 🧀💃🐾

When all the running’s said and done,

he barks outside—his race is won.

“Open the door!” his bark declares,

and in he comes with messy hair.

He jumps in bed without delay,

dreaming of mice that got away.

“Night night, dear,” I softly say,

“Sleep tight, my hero of the day.” 🌙💤

But sometimes still, when all is still,

and moonlight paints the windowsill,

I hear it faint, a tip-tap beat—

two tiny dancers with secret feet. 👣🎵

And I just know—it’s them once more,

Pirulín and the mouse on the kitchen floor.

Their midnight party never ends…

’Cause every night, they’re secret friends! 💫🐶🐭

The End.