This afternoon I spied something unexpected in my garden. Nestled next to my newly planted peony was a tiny mouse. I studied it for a moment trying to decide what to do. I assumed that it was dead, but on on further inspection I could see it’s fur moving as it breathed. I tossed a small rock in its direction to see if it would scurry off. The little mouse opened one eye, looked at me for a moment, and then closed it again and stretched out in the sun. I know there must have been something wrong with the little guy, but it really did look as if he was sunbathing on this beautiful spring day. I went about my chores and stopped by to check on the mouse about a half hour later. It was gone. I’d like to think that he’d had enough sun and simply made his way home (and hopefully not mine).
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