In Sacha's breast pocket sits a new friend: A small charcoal mouse named, "Chewy."
I am afraid of cats and dogs, though mice do not bother me. I didn't really believe Sacha would actually buy a mouse! I honestly thought he was teasing me.
When I was in the eighth grade I bought two mice for a science project. I named them Marc Anthony and Cleopatra, they had a million babies. Baby mice are little pebbles of pink, very cute… and they multiple in a blink of an eye.
My brothers had a blast attaching them to their Hot Wheel cars and racing them commando down the track. My mice were brave and endure such antics, much to my disapproval. Anyway I had a very large cage, and one day a cat knocked it over and my parent's house became infested with mice. I recognized relatives from my science project for months to come.
Nevertheless why couldn't Sacha have come home with a large bag of candy or Red Bull? Of course one mouse in the house is way easier to deal with than a teen aged daughter wanting to drive to Rome! I have to keep such things in perspective.
When we return to France, Chewy cannot come. I asked Sacha what he was going to do with his little friend? He told me that my brother Matt's son Sam is adopting him. I wonder if they have HOT WHEELS?
Photos and notes of consideration regarding mice: Mice are extremely difficult to capture on film. Mice are fast, they wiggle around constantly and jump! Scary factor when holding a camera lens towards one.
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