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Our friends the mice
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Author: Saroyan William (1908-1981)
Year: 1945
In spite of our cat, there were mice in our house. At night when it was very quiet and the lights were out and we were in our beds we could hear the mice coming out of their holes and running over the wood floor of our kitchen, and if we listened carefully we could hear them squeak, and it was amusing to listen to them. I thought it was very good to have these small timid and secretive things in our house, the mice of our house, and therefore I felt they were a part of our life. They were thieves and they had to steal their food, but all the same they were a family, just as we were a family, and since they were living in our house with us I had affection for them.
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