I'm a mouser. Certified and all or at least, I think I am. What does certified mean anyway? If it means, I walk/run along the fence line searching for small, 4 legged creatures that I then pounce on and give the ole wiggle waggle, then that's me! I'm a mouser!
Dad seems proud, the Sheriff horrified, and Mom a bit thankful the whole catching and shaking of the mouse happens outside rather than in the house.
Now if only that cottontail would come back in to the yard....
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