Part 8: Lost, Found and Loved
Two weeks had passed, and Mickey was strolling about the halls one morning, quite early. He noticed a couple of the brooms lolling about, they didn’t look to be getting to work, so he rubbed his hands together. “Chop chop, brooms!” he cackled, the brooms suddenly jerking up and running off in a panic, Mickey giggled mischievously, he wasn’t above teasing them, especially since they’d caused such a mishap all that time ago. He heard his brothers get up, they were wearing their pyjamas and Ossie had a nightcap over one eye, which Mickey gently adjusted. “Morning!” he whispered, Julius giving a little mew and smiling sleepily, Oswald turning on the coffee machine and making himself a mug. “What’s got you so chipper this morning?” Oswald murmured groggily, stirring a spoon in his mug. Mickey could only giggle. “Well, it’s not usual for just us three to be up first. What do you say we go see dad? He might be too tired to scold us if we go and tease him, and we’d get off scot free!” Oswald p...