September 13, 2013

Things at MouseHouse are quiet this morning. Wonder if they got about as much sleep as I did with all the thunder and strobe-lights last night. Hope they stayed dry up there under the eaves. Oh! There's Sir Fivel now.. what's that he's carrying. Of course, a small bundle of twigs for the stove. He's a tireless worker--I expect there's quite a stash by now. Seeing me standing there, he laid his bundle down, and with a particularly winsome mouse-smile, he winked, tipping his tiny cap jauntily. Such a gentleman.