My misinterpretation of real life

We have finnaly stopped. There is still a loud unbareable noise, I must move and find a new nest. I scamper down from my protected place. EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED. Where am I? This isn't the field where I found this nest. This large metal nest must have taken me somewhere else. There are 3 other metal giants next to me here I can't see where to go. The ground is so flat and hard here. I must find a new hiding place I sense danger near. Here we go I feel snug close to the hard ground and this large not so hard rock. I will be safe here. If I only kne.....

SPLAT

That is what I imagianed happing to the field mouse that somehow got inbetween traffic today. It came maybe from my vehicle or the one in front of me. Then scampered out between the lines of traffice. Thought for a minute then scampered to the right front tire of the vehicle in the lane to the left of me. As soon as the light turned green and traffic started moving again it was killed. I saw it as I passed by half smushed and tail twitching. I thought it was a bad commentary on life. Oh well. Back to writing my thesis.