Post by Chante on Mar 7, 2006 21:42:46 GMT -5
Chante knew the best place to find mice would be in these empty, dusty rooms and halls. Thus, she set out, a dinner roll in hand, to search. She chose a room at random. It was small, and had a huge window on one side. There was a dusty wooden Church Pew inside, and nothing else on the wooden floor.
Chante chose the room because she saw a gap where some of the room's lower molding had come off, and hoped that this was a mouse family's front door.
She broke off a piece of the dinner roll and placed it, very carefully, almost inside the little hole. Then she sat down comfortably onthe bench and waited.
She was used to waiting. She was good at waiting. She breathed in and out methodically, relaxing herself for a long wait.
Surprisingly, it was only a few minutes before the crumb was snatched inside the hole. Chante supposed the mouse had been watching the whole time. The put another piece further towards the center of hte room by a few inches.
An hour and a half later, two tiny gray mice where happily muching on dinner roll shreds int he center of the room, with Chante sitting right next to them - they seemed to have decided she was no threat, only a bearer of food.
Chante smiled and named them in her head - that small one would be named Munchkin, and the one with the broken tail would be Clip.
Chante chose the room because she saw a gap where some of the room's lower molding had come off, and hoped that this was a mouse family's front door.
She broke off a piece of the dinner roll and placed it, very carefully, almost inside the little hole. Then she sat down comfortably onthe bench and waited.
She was used to waiting. She was good at waiting. She breathed in and out methodically, relaxing herself for a long wait.
Surprisingly, it was only a few minutes before the crumb was snatched inside the hole. Chante supposed the mouse had been watching the whole time. The put another piece further towards the center of hte room by a few inches.
An hour and a half later, two tiny gray mice where happily muching on dinner roll shreds int he center of the room, with Chante sitting right next to them - they seemed to have decided she was no threat, only a bearer of food.
Chante smiled and named them in her head - that small one would be named Munchkin, and the one with the broken tail would be Clip.
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