The humane mouse trap advises that we read the mouse a few Billy Collins poems while taking the mouse for a drive in an old blue Pontiac. We must drive for at least two miles before setting him free. Otherwise he'll know his way back to our peanut butter.
So we decided to drive the mouse across the country.
I've heard that all the east coast mice get taken to the west coast and the west coast mice are driven to the east coast. This is called Democracy. In fact we've determined that this mouse is from San Francisco so he'll be happy to be returning home. He liked my sour-dough bread crumbs, but was pining for the real thing.

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