I don’t even remember this at all, so I will do my best to tell it the way my aunt does.
When I was a little kid, 2 or three ish my family went out to L.A. to visit the family out there. The family was always a little competitive, so they decided to take us out to dinner at a really fancy five star type restaurant. Apparently I wanted to sit by my aunt, so I was sitting next to her at this huge table in the corner, with about 12 people, mostly family and someone of some importance that nobody remebers who it was, like a boss or somebody.
Me and my sister were well behaved even at that age, unlike the Aunt’s kids who would never have been able to be taken to a fancy restauaunt., but were teenagers then.
ANyway to the actual story. Even as a well behaved kid, I did get bored after a while. My Aunt saw me take one single piece of rice at a time throw it on the floor, watch it, giggle and repeat. My Aunt thought it was one of the less obnoxius things a kid could do, so she didn’t want to make a big deal. But since I kept doing it she had to figure it out, so moved over to watch. Finally she saw that every time I dropped a piece, this little white mouse would dart out from a corner, through everybodie’s legs, grab the rice and take it back to eat it. I was just having fun feeding my little friend.
Now my aunt isn’t the type to freak out about a mouse, and didn’t want to make a scene, so she called my mom over to show her what I was doing. My mom also isn’t the type to freak, so she went back and whispered to my dad. Nobody was sure what to do, since a mouse doesn’t really belong in a 5 star dining room, but didn’t want to upset every body else incase there was a mouse freak outer. Finally my dad whispered to the waiter, who had no clue what to do, who called the Maitre D, who called the manager. Finally there was a whole audience watching me feed the guy one grain of rice at a time , while trying to not let anybody else at the table or the restaurant know there was anything going on.
Finally the manager just push a little table thing to block the access.
We finished eating and were leaving. The whole staff was probably relieved that the little secret was still secret.
until. At the door I ran back to the table and threw a bunch more rice on the floor. And proudly annouced in a three-year old voice something like “If the mouse has a family, they need something to eat too!”.