Ivana and Mario were a kind-hearted couple who lived in a tiny apartment with a landlord so terrifying, even Dracula would have run for cover. One chilly November evening, as they prepared dinner, Ivana let out a gasp. "Mario! There's a mouse in the kitchen!" she whispered, pointing at the small creature nibbling on a stray crumb of cheese. Mario squinted at the intruder, who froze mid-nibble. "Ah, don’t worry, Ivana. It’s just a little guy. We’ll catch him humanely. No harm done." Over the next few days, Mario went full inventor mode. He crafted a humane trap out of a shoebox, a few toothpicks, and an alarming amount of duct tape. One evening, they heard it—the unmistakable snap of the trap. They peered inside and saw two beady little eyes staring back at them. Ivana clutched Mario's arm. "What do we do now? We can’t let him go here. He’ll just come back!" Mario nodded sagely. "We’ll take him to Muckno Park. No mouse can resist the charm of swimming piggies!" And so, they began their journey with "Mr. Squeak," as Ivana had affectionately named him. But not before throwing an elaborate farewell party. They poured a splash of wine, toasted Mr. Squeak's health, and even gave him a crumb of cheese as a going-away gift. When they arrived at Muckno Park, the moonlight shimmered on the lake. Mario, now slightly tipsy, knelt dramatically and opened the trap. "Be free, Mr. Squeak!" he declared. But when they peeked inside, the mouse was gone! "Where did he go?" Ivana gasped. Mario looked around, confused. "I don’t know... but I’m sure he’s on some grand adventure. Maybe he’s started a new life. Maybe he’s… found love?" The couple stood silently, staring at the night sky, wondering what would become of Mr. Squeak.