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It was about 3 or 4 in the morning and I heard movement just to the right of my pillow. I looked down into the rather tall trash can and there was a little mouse friend.
Since he could not get out, I did not know how he got in.
Well, since I knew what it was, I turned off the light so he and I could both go back to sleep.
When I got up, I took him to the field and tipped the trash can. He came out, sniffed my feet and then, sprinted about 100 yards for a squirrel hole.
I thought, "He will probably be back tonight."
My wife said she had put him out the front door numerous times.
Now, how did he get in? I speculate that he climbed up the blanket, walked across my chest, smelled the banana peel in the can, jumped in, and then, exclaimed, "How did I get in this predicament?"
Is there a mouse about your house?
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You ask:
Where is the moral of this story?
I answer:
I don't know. I did not really have one.
You say:
I think I will find one.
I say:
Have at it, but don't give yourself a headache.
That being said, mice can teach us a thing or two.
