When I was a little girl, my parents bought me a pet mouse. He was all white with red eyes. I named him Algernon, on my dad's suggestion, which was a name he said came from some book. Algernon was my favorite pet at the time, and I used to take him out of his cage and let him wander my room while I played. One day I lost track of him, and as I was pulling out boxes of toys to play with, I set a really heavy box down on him and crushed him. I heard his little squeak, and then he was dead. My dad and I put him in a shoebox, made a hole in the back yard, and then we buried him with a little ceremony. I was heartbroken.