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hanging out with my best friend, a mouse with a hat who lives in a smaller replica of my house hidden underneath my floorboards. we’re talking about all the misadventures he’s gotten up to - building little contraptions out of household items, using his wits and diminutive size to avoid the neighborhood cats, etc. how i wish we could trade places, if only for a day… then again, it’s a tough world out there for a mouse with a hat…