Dear little mouse,
It has been two years now
Since your last appearance,
And once again you have destroyed my peace.
My poor dear wife is driven to distraction
For fear of what you might be doing.
And where did you find that acorn?
In our attic studio.
I understand your pleasure in devouring it,
But why beneath our only comfy chair?
Oh mouse, I do not begrudge you any comfort
Or plenteous sustinence,
I only ask that you keep yourself unseen!
schnark.home.blog 
Ah yes, I know what you mean.
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A nice picture of your studio emerges here! Hope your walk went well.
Gwen
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Very sore feet. But happy.
S.
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What’s the current status of the mouse?
Gwen.
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Little seen, oft thought of!
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I’d hate to come face to face with him/her.
Gwen.
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Especially if you were an acorn!!
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