A frightened guest

Kayla followed the sound down the corridor to a room with the door ajar. She pushed it open carefully, to find a young red-haired woman inside, standing on a chair, her skirt held in her hands and pulled up high enough to show a pair of white lace panties as she looked around her, wide-eyed.

"M-m-mouse!" The woman gasped.

"Where is it?" Kayla asked, also beginning to scan the floor.

"I don’t know..." the woman replied in a whisper.

"Okay, ma'am, I’ll deal with it." Kayla assured her. She set her shoes down on the floor and tiptoed cautiously around the guest's room. The woman was stood on her chair next to a dressing table and wardrobe, and across the room was the large bed, where Kayla headed first. She got on her hands and knees and slowly lifted the edge of the blanket to look under the bed.

Nothing.

Kayla began to straighten up, looking around the room, over to the window where a bowl of fruit sat on a side table. There was a brown mouse hopping out of the bowl, a comically-tall stack of fruit pieces held in his front paws as he walked on his back legs.

"Aha!" Kayla announced quietly, getting up and quietly edging around the bed towards the table, where the mouse was seeing if he could add one more apple to the top of the pile. He had not noticed Kayla's approach.

Unfortunately, at that moment the guest spotted the mouse as well and let out another shriek. The mouse looked at her, and then at Kayla poised to grab him. His little legs spun and he took off running, the pile of fruit tottering.

"Come back here!" Kayla exclaimed, beginning to chase him. He circled the room, around the guest's chair twice, then dived under the bed. Kayla jumped over the bed, and as she bounced off the other side the mouse ran out between her legs and straight at the window. Kayla followed, reaching out to grab him.

Kayla only managed to grab a banana from the pile of fruit, as the mouse jumped onto a wire thst stretched from the windowsill, across the street to a telephone pole. She swung her other hand at him, and this time grabbed an apple instead. The mouse backed away from her as Kayla leaned out of the window, first with one foot on the floor inside, and then no feet as she teetered on the windowsill.

The mouse looked at the girl, a moment before Kayla realised the precarious situation she was in. Then her threw the entire pile of fruit towards her.

Kayla grabbed at the flying fruit out of reflex, and as she did she tipped forwards, falling out of the window, barely time to let out a cry as she fell headlong down to land in a dumpster below.

Fortunately for Kayla the dumpster was mostly full of paper, card and various wrappers which gave her a soft and not too disgusting landing as she pitched into the rubbish. Once she realised she was okay, she struggled upright, looking up at the mouse, who stuck out his tongue at her.

"This isn't over!" Kayla called up at him, "I'll..." at that moment, the lid of the dumpster swung shut, thumping Kayla on the head, "Ow!"