The Country Mice

Remember our friend Flash? Owner, proprietor, homeland security expert?

Flash dropped in for a visit earlier. A bucket of peanuts, visible through the window and attainable through an only slightly ajar door, proved too tempting and Flash found himself confused and trapped behind a wall of transparent glass.

Pardon me?

Flash here, speaking for the defence. Regarding the openness of doors, there is no such thing as ‘slightly.’ It’s either open or it’s closed.

Period.

Full stop.

Can you be ‘slightly’ alive? ‘Slightly’ on time?

‘Slightly’ pregnant?

Come on, lady. Just let me loose, already.

Sorry. What was that?

Hard to say if this visit marked Flash’s first or fifth foray indoors in the last couple of days. We’ve been enjoying cool and pine-scented breezes wafting through the house and have subsequently rescued a few blue-bodied birds from the windowsills. Out of earshot, I’ll have to confess these birds all kind of look alike.

And lest you feel sorry for Flash, he was right back window tap-tapping for peanuts later in the afternoon.

None the worse for wear.

He’ll be back.