Once in the woods a mouse met a fox.
The mouse was a male with long flowing locks.
The fox was also a boy.
And at first they were coy -
Then they thought of their life as a chocolate box.
Laughing Along with a Limerick: Box
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SIx Word Saturday
“I’m just a mouse, standing in front of a house, asking you to look at me.”
Oh, so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and bright, And I pity any girl who isn’t me tonight. Our granddaughter enjoyed helping me. It was her who arranged the almond blossoms around this very pretty mouse girl. Monday Portrait
That’s one of my favourite photographic models, if not THE favourite. Värikollaasit #478
Henry was surprised that I caught him in the act. The mouse was stunned – it doesn’t look like it but I can vouch for the fact that she moved a few moments later and tried to run away.
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I tried to replace it but this particular small mouse is not sold anymore. So a couple of weeks back, I told about my plight on social media, on a local “free your stuff” site where one can give stuff away or ask for particular … Continue reading One Day in March, I Lost My Mouse
from the Gruffalo books.
Monday Portrait
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One of the oddities about speaking a second language is that certain words immediately combine in my brain with a set collocation even though the word may have many other meanings and other collocations.
The perp who was responsible for the tragic death of Mr Mouse was patently bewildered when he was caught just after the act.
Double-dipping for FOWC with Fandango: Surprise and Ragtag Daily Prompt: Departed
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