We always seem to have mice problems in the fall. We have an old house, so it is expected, I guess. Last night they were playing hide and squeak in my wall. They were scurrying here, and scurrying there, and I'm sure they were having an absolutely wonderful time. One gave me rather a start a few weeks ago. It was still dark when I got up to go to work, and as soon as I turned on the light the little brown creature ran across my foot (don't they always seem to do that in the stories?). I shrieked, the mouse shrieked, I jumped up onto my bed, and the mouse ran under my couch. I told my parents that I did not scream for fright of the mouse, but for the fright of seeing the mouse. And I'm sure it explained the same thing to its.
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