The sighs of the frail mouse, made curious by the odd glow of the edges of the crude maze, stop. A drip of water penetrates the silence of the feeding chamber. The impetuous creature begins to prowl… where there’s water, there’s food.
Well, it’s been a while since I’ve joined in with Brenda’s Sunday Whirl, but it can’t be a coincidence that a mouse has appeared twice to me today. I simply had to go with the flow!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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