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No Use Waiting by ~Don46
The Mouse of Winter1/4/10The Mouse of Winter by ~Don46
The young boy ventured into the cold night; the light layer of snow crunching beneath his boots. In one hand he held a flashlight, in the other, a hammer; just in case mercy was required. The boy walked at a brisk pace, determined to get his "mission" over with. His heart pounded as he neared the spot he had left the poor creatures many hours ago, out here in the cold. He was afraid of the sight he might come to, but he pushed ever onward.
At last, the boy arrived at the clearing in the snowy field where the snow had been swept away and in its place was a small covering of leaves that never got raked up last fall. As the boy bent to
Shame 
Sta.sh
! 
