July 18th

My little story

She never came to visit. The house called on the mice, I'm alone here, why don't you come and live with me. The mice got together, under the rocks, had a meeting about moving. It's time to go help the house.
They packed up all their mouse belongings and went inside.
They had a great time, dancing on the sofa, climbing the stairs, running through the stove's burners. They called other mice, told them to move from the trees and from under the rocks and join them.

Hundreds of mice walked up the driveway.
The house wasn't happy. You didn't make her come back, call her again.

The mice conferred again, this time in the attic, one said, if she comes back, we'll have to leave, eventually.

These humans hate living with us.

We've gotten use to being inside, it's comfortable, we've set up little tables for cafes, we've made beds under the mattress, we've gotten fat here.

The mice brought in a red tailed squirrel for consultation.
Maybe you can cheer up the house.

How am I going to get in, I can't fit through the little openings you squeeze through.

The mice looked around, sent scouts up to the ceiling.

They came back with news. we think he can get through the fireplace.
It'll be difficult, he may slip up there, but it's worth a try.

We've also got an army of bugs waiting to come in. Will that bring her back ? Where you've been, said the mouse in charge, they've got poisons for bugs all over this place.

Maybe the squirrels can talk to the mosquitos, no, we already tried that, the mosquitos are happy outside, lots of humans waiting to be bitten, what about the ants, the second in command mouse said.

Which ants, the mouse committee asked.

What about carpenter ants, there's lots of wood here ,they'd have a feast everyday.

The next night the carpenter ants moved in, single file marching up the three stairs bringing their tribe with them.