Shrew In A Shoe
Another shrew. Or maybe it was the shrew we had earlier and it never left.
Marlowe pointed it out to us. It was hiding in a pile of shoes. We started poking around and it climbed into one of my mother's Oxfords. I covered the opening with my hand, took the shoe to the bottom of the lower field (beyond the scope of Marlowe's wanderings, I think) and let the shrew loose in a woodpile.
Marlowe pointed it out to us. It was hiding in a pile of shoes. We started poking around and it climbed into one of my mother's Oxfords. I covered the opening with my hand, took the shoe to the bottom of the lower field (beyond the scope of Marlowe's wanderings, I think) and let the shrew loose in a woodpile.
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I'm glad, either way, that it was released outside MArlowe's supposed range. They're sweet little creatures - just not, perhaps, in the household's footwear.
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I don't think we have those over here. I'd love to, I keep reading that we all evolved from "shrew-like" creatures
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