Abigail Brady

It was an odd mouse: I found it on the sofa; apparently it was looking over my shoulder to read my magazine. I turned round and spotted it. It didn't move. I called for my housemate to bring something to put it in, then we brushed it, effectively, into the cookie bag. It was curiously slow and let us. We pondered what to do with it, and it was left at some waste ground near the station. It was last seen being reluctant to leave the cookie bag.