The last riddle He flipped the toy mouse over and over again in the palm of his hand, it shone rather a bright blue, there were two black dots that resemble those of the eyes of a mouse. There was also a cheap blue string that took place as a tail and a turner on the back so it could skip around a surface mindlessly, nether less, an excellent craftsmanship. With his other hand he pushed his glasses in a upward direction from the tip of his nose. He grabbed the toy mouse and flung across the other side of the room until it landed against a wall with a sickening crack. Papers fell out from the area where the toy had made contact. Matter of fact, the whole room was covered in sketches, and photos, so that didn't make a single spot much of a difference.Jaquese got up from his chair and screamed. "Shut up!" His face was beaded with sweat,gear oil and streaks on his face from endless crying.