A BABY MOUSE IS VERY HANDSOME GUY
In autumn it was presented me for birthday baby mouse. Real, grey, with black peep-holes-beads. And tail thin, as if a filament hurries merrily after a baby mouse. I at once named him very handsome Guy. He lived in my box that a mother from above covered tulle window shade. A very handsome guy appeared brave. He took for me from hands the pieces of meat, crumb. Funnily lapped milk from a tin lid. Sometimes I produced him from a box. And then he bravely walked about on all house, sniffed up something, rustled under a table newspapers. He can be seen on a gas-stove, on a sofa. Here what curious baby mouse! Once a cat called at a room. I did not have time to catch a baby mouse. And he, clever fellow, шустрее appeared me - in a moment clambered on a table, then on wiring climbed under ceiling. And well as a circus actor to hurry on wiring along a wall. Both will catch a paw or two, or a tail will drop downward or head will stick between a wall and wiring. Once hardly not broke away. I carried away, and a cat straight froze from horror