My Smallest Fan

This little fella waddled up to me in a local churchyard. I tried to put him in a place of safety, but he wouldn’t have it. He liked the warmth and comfort of my hand too much, and pursued me wherever I went. So, in the end, I did the only thing I could: I introduced him to the family of mice that live in my compost heap. I never saw him again – alive or dead. I hope they accepted him. 

baby-mouse

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