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things he claimed.

We started loading the truck with

the old bales. The ones on the outer

edge didn’t show many signs of mice,

but as we worked farther toward the

center, we started seeing more and

more tunnels. Then came the moment

we expected. We turned a bale and a

mouse dashed under the bale closest to

it. As we continued removing bales,

more and more mice would be there,

and would race to the closest tunnel.

Then came the time when, like

musical chairs, there were more mice

than tunnel entrances. One huge, fat

mouse, about the size of a Chihuahua,

turned and saw the dark opening of

Butch’s open trouser leg. As it entered,

Butch let out a yelp and started to

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