Mouse Toes

A young Northern Shrike flies in close and eats her lunch beside me.

Then a wanderer came forth and said to the young shrike, Speak to us of mouse toes.

And she smiled and attempted to speak but could not, for her mouth was full of tiny little mouse toes at that very moment, and even a ticklish, little mouse tail.

And so no one thought her rude for not replying to the wanderer, either in word or song for they could see her predicament plainly and understood that in her exuberant silence she had explained everything important to a shrike about mouse toes, just the same.

And so it came to pass…

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