Sunday, September 2, 2007
The Mouse Child and Maurice.
It had not been light for long when I caught my first mouse of the day. I thought to share it with Her, so took it home. But She said "Thank you very much, but I have already had breakfat". Then She asked if I did not feel ashamed of myself killing such a young mouse?
I did not. The younger they are the more juicy and tender, the faster they run, the harder the game.
And this one was sweet. And after feasting I made a nest in the grass, where the rose petals fall, warm, sheltered from wind, and rested.
It was a good mouse.