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The Ultimate Sniper

Jason sighed. It was February, 1917, during World War I. The British were planning a series of attacks on the German front. The rest of Jason’s squad had rifles. Jason was a British private and was privileged with only a pistol. He still couldn’t believe what he had done. During the last battle, he and the three others in his squad went on a mission to see where the Germans were camping. (The rest of Jason’s squad were mean and dumb. The meaner the person, the dumber. Jason didn’t actually know their names because they never told him, so he called them number one, number two, and number three.) His squad took the front of the group and he took the back. After a while, they said they found the German troops so Jason asked for a look. But when Jason went for a look, his bunkmates pushed him out into the open where the Germans saw him and his group had to retreat. Jason was stripped of the few privileges he had to begin with. The sergeants didn’t listen to his story.

One day news came in that the Germans had moved up, so the British troops were sent out to stop them. Jason knew he wasn’t allowed to fight without special permission. Plus he only had 3 bullets. Jason sighed again, sat down on his bed and dreaded the moment when his bragging bunkmates came back successful. But after an hour they hadn’t come back. After an hour and a half they hadn’t come back. Jason was getting restless. He was starting to hear little squeaks. The squeaks were getting louder, they seemed to be trying to get his attention. It was 21:30, no sign of his bunkmates. Finally, at 22:30, Jason had had enough of the squeaks. He looked at the side of his bed where a mouse was standing in a mouse hole on its hind legs. Then he heard that the squeaks the mouse was making weren’t squeaks at all. The mouse was actually saying “Hey!” in a tiny, squeaky voice.

“You can talk?” Jason asked, amazed.

“What do you think I’ve been doing for the last hour?” demanded the mouse.

“I thought you were squeaking,” said Jason truthfully.

“Well let’s just get down to business,” said the mouse.

“Mice have business?” asked Jason.

“I’m a magical mouse you dimwit!” yelled the mouse in his highest, squeakiest voice.

“More like a short tempered mouse,” said Jason. Luckily, the mouse didn’t hear him. It was busy dragging something big and black out of it’s hole. It was about four feet long and made a slight scratching noise as it was dragged across the floor by the mouse.

“What is that?” asked Jason.

“This,” said the mouse proudly, “is a sniper rifle, I made it myself.” BANG! The mouse had stepped back on to the trigger, and a hole had appeared in the wall at the other end of the room.

“I can see that,” muttered Jason.

“I’ve been watching you for the last few days. In fact I followed you on your mission to the German camp,” squeaked the mouse as though Jason had not made the sarcastic comment.

“You saw me make a fool of myself.”

“Not you making a fool of yourself,” interrupted the mouse, “your squad making a fool of you. That’s why I’m helping you!” The mouse swung tiny fists at what appeared to be invisible enemies.

“So what are you waiting for?” demanded the mouse, “take the sniper and go to the battle.”

“But I’m not allowed to,” sighed Jason

“You think I came all this way to let the rules stop me?” demanded the mouse. “Now take the sniper and go. It has magic ammo that will last until 24:00,” said the mouse. Not wanting to argue with the mouse anymore, Jason reluctantly took the sniper and left.

Getting to the battle was easier than Jason expected. The whole camp must have been at the battle so no one could see him sneaking around, and it was so loud that Jason could easily follow the sound. When Jason finally got to the battle, the sergeants were too busy firing at the Germans to notice him. So Jason just slipped into a free space in the trench, set up his sniper, and started shooting. The sniper was much more comfortable then Jason had expected, and it was exactly his size. Jason had not noticed that it was already 23:50.

Finally, at 23:58, a sergeant spotted Jason shooting down all the enemies and said,

“Hey there! How did you get that gun?” Jason was too frantic at the sound of the sergeant’s voice to listen to what he was saying.

Jason dropped the gun and made a brake for it. Jason made it back to his tent unseen by anyone else, but he had forgotten his sniper. “Oh-no!” thought Jason, “the mouse is going to kill me… Well actually, he couldn’t,” Jason reasoned with himself. Jason imagined the mouse squeaking his vocal cords out and couldn’t suppress a laugh.

Meanwhile, at the battle the British finished off the rest of the Germans thanks to a mystery solider who carried a sniper. The sergeant who saw Jason picked up the sniper and said, “ I must find the soldier who knows how to work this gun. I will know that is the soldier who saved the battle because this gun is so complicated that I can’t work it myself!”

The next day, a sergeant came around the camp carrying a sniper. He went all the way around the camp, but no one could shoot with the sniper. Finally, he got to Jason’s tent. When the sergeant got in, Jason’s three bunkmates rushed to the sniper. Number one found the scope and the trigger, but he couldn’t find the stand. Number two found the trigger and the stand, but he couldn’t find the scope. Number three found the stand and the scope, but he couldn’t find the trigger.

“There are four beds in here,” said the sergeant, “where’s the fourth member of this squad?”

“He’s in the corner,” replied Number three stupidly, “but you don’t need to test him, he wasn’t even at the battle.” Number three was on good terms with the sergeant, so he thought the sergeant would listen to him.

“Nevertheless,” said the sergeant grimly, “everyone needs to try,” as he pushed past a stunned looking Number three.

Jason took the sniper willingly, feeling a rush of excitement.

“Where should I shoot?” asked Jason.

“Try to shoot at that wall,” said the sergeant in a bored voice, “but since you probably won’t know how to shoot, it doesn’t matte- BANG! Jason shot the gun, and a hole appeared in the wall right next to the one the mouse had made the night before. Then the sergeant said in a voice quite unlike his own, “You’d better come with me.”

In the morning, at 7:30, Jason came in front of the head of the Camp. Jason still didn’t know exactly what was going to happen to him. The head of the camp said, “Come closer.”

Jason came closer. The head of camp cleared his throat and said, “For his skill and bravery under wrong accusation, Jason- Uh… I can’t pronounce your last name. Anyway, I promote you to a sergeant with full privileges.”

Jason was lost for words. He looked down at the sniper. It had spared him so much trouble. It truly was the ultimate sniper.

The End