It looked like a professional job. The drawers were open only an inch - just the way I remembered leaving them that morning. But my clothes were scattered from one end of the room to the other. Obviously some pervert had broken in and ransacked my dresser. Creepy. The stereo was still there and nothing else had been touched. But a clue was left behind. Amidst the wreckage lay a little furry green and red mouse, well chewed. I knew the owner of that mouse. She was flirty and four legged and oh-so sneaky. Happiness, in her world, is empty drawers.