I think I’ve gone the wrong way. The street looks different. The trees are bare. There are headstones everywhere. The house under the moon looks steeped in shadow. And the mouse I’ve been following sprouted wings and is now up there, flying around with other mice with wings. I don’t know the way back. I don’t know which way to go.
Sitting on this wall doesn’t help. The street looks all the more different. And there’s something looking back at me.
Gulp.
It’s coming over this way.
I think it’s seen me.
Look cute.
Look cute?
Will looking terrified help instead? Meow. Eek.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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