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Mouse Mystery

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It was a gorgeous Sunday afternoon and I was sat out with a cup of tea when something ran, just in the corner of my eyesight. Normally, I would be running for the hills (mice and I have history) but he* wasn’t inside, he was outside. In his domain. Looking closer, the little dishevelled mouse had stopped and was nestled in amongst a tree stump and moss, just stopped and waiting. I think the heat had got to him.

*I call him ‘he’ but I have no way of determining the sex of said mouse 🙂