Yesterday while feeding, I came upon a beautiful little mouse in the pig food can, as I had left the top slightly ajar.
"Hello!" I said.
"Oh, hello, I figure you might come as I heard the animals rustling. I am Mrs. Mercy Studley," the mouse said.
I felt the hairs lift on my neck. You see, just the other night I had been reading the history of Bremen, our town here, and Mrs. Mercy Studley was one of the early inhabitants of a nearby village and at the time our house was newly built in 1760 era, Mrs. Mercy Studley was already 106.
"There was a woman from way back with your name, in a nearby village," I said.
"Yes," the mouse said.
"Did you perhaps know her?" I asked.
"Oh yes. She is me, or I am her. It is I."
{to be continued...}
