Carefully, Carmichael moved the loose stone away from the wall at the back of the kitchen. Enid stood back, looking on curiously. She held Snowy tightly, who purred in her arms.
“What is it? Where does it go to?” Enid asked, more for something to say than wanting an answer.
“It’s back there!” Carmichael, now on all fours, peered into the hole in the wall. “I think this is a priest hole.”
“I don’t care what it is. That mouse is not living in there… set it free before this one really keeps it captive!”
Snowy, nonchalantly, licked Enid’s chin.
I thought I’d pop on over to see how Enid and Carmichael are doing since they claimed the Old House as their own just before Halloween last year. It was my intention to pop by regularly, but this is the first chance I’ve had to do so up until now. A quick one-hundred worder to show they are still at one with nature, even though they have a house around them now, to keep things ticking along. Click here if you’d like to read our first meeting.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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