When we introduced into the house in Dunchideock is Mark, our gardener, told us that they might be a mouse, but should not I fought with them and I think it wytruł. But because it is a very old house, probably began building it in the late fifteenth century, so the mice are normal and stable attribute, especially with the house is located in the countryside. House built of hay, mud, cow and horse shit, so it was once built in England in Devon.
I remember the first time the mouse Lyalls Cottage saw almost a year ago. It was a fairly large rodent, and gray-white, house mouse. Was accidentally killed by someone, probably one of the children of Jim invaded on her office chair, or Jim's brother. The worst, of lying so unnoticed by anyone quite a long time, because the stench was terrible. Nobody had any idea why it stinks. We suspected the worst, from somewhere in the kitchen is the mouse died and decomposes. And all built. Fortunately, not in the kitchen, but in the bedroom, found murdered on the mouse. As it was still alive bite bread, vegetables and nuts. You had everything chować.Później long, long time nothing until Christmas. I first saw David in the kitchen of course. I also met her once in the morning in the kitchen. At Christmas we eat a sauce for turkey and some chocolates.
Jim left a box of chocolates with chocolate in his desk and forgot about it, it was in December. One day in March, sitting in armchairs and watch the movie and suddenly we heard strange noises from another room, the desk of Jim. Jim became interested in the closer and it turned out that she ate almost all the chocolates, but the papers left. From cardboard boxes made of chips. Mouse
also create space and is quite a sophisticated taste of the culinary. There is no money to buy chocolate in the shop so I need to steal. I understand completely. Zajdel
also chocolate, which Jim left in a backpack. The worst are those traces which, after the leaves (small black bobki) - but so generally its existence does not bother me.
Last Saturday found me in the tub. She had to fall from the attic, Gerry left open the hatch and had to drop out. Such poor, small and frightened.
Jim and I grabbed it amounted to a field and wypuściłam.W Monday found me again, sitting in the pocket of one of the bags to the bike and biting withered and dried plum.
probably taste of chocolate, you can meet us anywhere. Fame as the worst among the mouse will carry with us for free chocolate.
Mark brought poison on the mouse, but I can not spill it on the torturers.
mouse also has the right to life and decent food.
And that picture of her in the bathtub