When a mouse toy is murdered.

When I woke up, I was surprised to find a toy I have had my entire life murdered on the floor.
Broken hearted, I tried to play with it to see if there was any "life" left in its fabric and stuffing.  I did not understand how this could happen... did I not protect my mouse well enough? :(



Before my sadness could be lifted, the culprit arrived at the scene of the crime: 

My sister, Stivali, showed no sign of remorse. This mouse was part of our toy family prior to Stivali's homecoming, so she did not have the same type of loyalty and commitment to her, I guess.

Sadness.