mrwaverly

Dave*

When he's not been rolling about in dirt, or puddles, or been exploring, and come into the house festooned with cobwebs and all the nastiness they pick up. A few years ago, he came in looking a bit odd. My brother said: "He's got something in his mouth". He had: a tiny hedge-mouse, which, unharmed, ran for cover when my brother got Dave to open his mouth. Dave just walked out, as if to say: "I'm bored with it now. Enjoy.", as my brother and I turned the place over to find and free the mouse.