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11 06 18

Uncaught mice

A boy is helping his father take care of the farm. They’ve been making valiant efforts to rid it of the mice that have infested it.

‘Only one of the traps caught one tonight pops.’ the boy smiled. ‘This means there aren’t any mice left, right?’
‘We will see, my boy.’

Weeks passed without a peep. ‘Surely we’ve gotten rid of them now?’ the boy asked, desperate to hear confirmation.
‘I don’t know son.’ The farmer looked out over his fields. ‘You can never be sure.’

Later that week, another mouse is the trap.

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