Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist

Shrew In A Shoe

Another shrew. Or maybe it was the shrew we had earlier and it never left.

Marlowe pointed it out to us. It was hiding in a pile of shoes. We started poking around and it climbed into one of my mother's Oxfords. I covered the opening with my hand, took the shoe to the bottom of the lower field (beyond the scope of Marlowe's wanderings, I think) and let the shrew loose in a woodpile.
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