Wednesday, May 2, 2012
The Color Purple & Flying Worms
Putting the girls to bed in the barn last night, I checked the nest for the baby mice. I'd looked in the morning and they were all there and alive. In the evening, not a sign of even one. Since this is my story and I can make up any ending I wish, I've decided that the mama mouse came and carried them, one at a time, to a safer place of her own choosing. I like happy endings.