I need to spent more time on this, but not today.
Earlier today I was on the way to pick up my mail at the house I'm trying to sell. It is a bright, sunny day and I had the top down, the music on, and feeling in great spirits.
Then, as I was tooling down the freeway at seventy-five, I noticed something moving right by my windshield wiper. In fact, it wasn't just flapping in the breeze, it was crawling along it.
There, apparently escaping the heat of the engine compartment was a very frightened field mouse!
As it gripped the wiper, fur blowing in the wind, I considered what should be done. Clearly, it would not do the mouse any good should it relax its hold in the midst of a seveny-five mile an hour breeze. Turning the wipers on would probably fling it off, but also probably fling it into traffic!
So I pulled over, got out of the car, and grabbed at the mouse. I missed. He scurried across the windscreen and leaped with all his might off the car! He landed about ten feet away in the grass at the side of the highway.
He's got a long walk home, but he's probably glad that the ride is over.
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