Mouse Tale

Today was a Quilt Shop day. The weather is beautiful here for March, and we did some spring cleaning. After the boss left for the day, I took out the trash and accidentally let a mouse in through the back door. It is way easier to let a mouse in than to get the mouse out again. I called the boss to confess. I still had two and a half hours to work alone in the shop. I decided to work in the front half of the shop, hoping it would stay in the back. When I went to the kitchen to empty my coffee cup in the sink, I saw it dash from under the shelving to hide behind the fridge.

What do you suppose the mouse is thinking? Does a mouse like looking at quilts? Will it end up in the cupboard making a nest in the batting? Will it dive in the trash looking for crumbs? What if we never find it? What if it has babies? I bet the Chinese restaurant has mice living under the sink and eating rice when no one is looking.

I spent a lot of time straightening fabric and moving bolts around. The farmer called to ask "Are you coming home?" It turns out the ladies had changed the clock in the back of the store to daylight savings time, but no one changed the clock in the front of the store. Oh bother! It was not my best day. I suppose the mouse is muttering the same thing to herself right about now. Good night, mouse.