Just prior to last Christmas, I decided to wash the stuffed toys from the toy box. Everyone was coming home and all the kids have their favourites amongst the toys.
Alas, I ran out of time, so I washed a select few and put the rest of the creatures in a plastic bag and hung it on a hook in the laundry. There they stayed until now.
This morning, I was sniffing around like a hunting dog and pointing at the laundry.
Steve investigated and lo and behold ----- a new creature in amongst the others in the bag..... a newly dead mouse. I can imagine it climbing into the bag, saying, "Hi guys! What's up? Want to come out and play?"
Did it die of a broken heart when no one spoke to it? Did they all rush to suffocate it, thinking it to be a creature from outer space? Or, not so likely, I suppose it might even have died from the Talon poison??? Feel free to offer alternative explanations.
I washed all of the toys this morning and put them outside to dry.
I decided not to wash the mouse.
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