a river of stones, day 15

I come downstairs to find Smokey proudly lying beside his kill. And as
repellant as the sight of a dead mouse in my living room at 8 a.m. is,
I can find it in my heart to be a wee bit sorry for the mouse, and more
than a bit proud of Smokey, both for doing what they were intended to do.

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