Eeeeek ...

... it's a mouse!

That was the cry when Mummy opened the door to find a not so little mouse looking back at her ... now, where's the cheese?


"Make your hole where mosses spring,
Underneath the tall oak's shadow,
Pretty, quiet harmless thing,
Play about the sunny meadow.
Keep away from corn and house,
None will harm you, little mouse."

(Cecil Frances Alexander - from The Fieldmouse)