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a family of mice moved into the stove
teeny disney mice
cavorting on the counters in the night
we caught five of them :
the son-out-law caught one but all he really did was hear the trap close / it was not a killer trap the mouse was released in the back yard
the grandson caught two mice with dish towel weaponry that gave colourful battle ground noises
they were released to the ball field across the street
see, i didnt want to kill them
the fourth mouse was trapped by a broom / by me / and i stood there holding him down to think what to do
oh ugh i stomped on the broom
the fifth mouse drowned in a pitcher of whey left from draining ricotta and saved for the rose bush
the rose bush likes the whey and appreciates the morsel of mouse
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