2012-2-7
Grandpa
 Grandpa goes off to get firewood.

A day passes.

He’s brought back a load of birch wood.

“There was a mouse,” he said.  “Did you see?”

What?

What mouse?

Where?

You didn’t see it?  But

Grandpa

took a penknife

from his breastpocket,

and began to

strip and

trim and

carve

the birchwood into a mouse.

 

I thought I saw a mouse

emerging from the birchwood.

Grandpa says his eyes are bad,

but I can’t believe that!

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