“Then, at the base of a tree some ten yards away, he noticed a mouse nestled among the roots. He buttoned up and moved slowly towards the mouse, stalking it. The mouse was still. Markle stopped within arm’s length, cupped his hands, and bent at the knees. In one quick fall of the hands the mouse was caught.
“‘What you got there, Mark?’
“‘Where’d you find him?’
“Markle went to the table. The mouse wriggled and tried to scratch until Ernie took it and stroked its head, gently tracing the delicate ears.
“‘I always did like mice,’ Ernie said.”
—Blair Fuller, from “Markle and the Mouse.”

“Then, at the base of a tree some ten yards away, he noticed a mouse nestled among the roots. He buttoned up and moved slowly towards the mouse, stalking it. The mouse was still. Markle stopped within arm’s length, cupped his hands, and bent at the knees. In one quick fall of the hands the mouse was caught.

“‘What you got there, Mark?’

“‘Where’d you find him?’

“Markle went to the table. The mouse wriggled and tried to scratch until Ernie took it and stroked its head, gently tracing the delicate ears.

“‘I always did like mice,’ Ernie said.”

Blair Fuller, from “Markle and the Mouse.”

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