I almost wet myself laughing at the latest post on Old School Acres... Go take a read, but only if you're not naturally squeamish, eating lunch, or shudder at the thought of mice. If you belong to any of those categories don't click on the link or just move quickly along to a sweeter kinder blog.
This story begins with a mouse.
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We have moles in our basement on occasion, and I might or might not have a very similar story to this one involving a mole and a dryer and some clothes that were burned in the fire pit.
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