In Connecticut, I found an orphaned baby mouse in the driveway.
We fed him a strawberry after he didn\’t run away.
Then, Kat and I named him Huck and took him on an adventure to the city. We now have a pet.
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He reminds me of the song The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah.  Especially the verse:
Far – Far away from West Virginia
I – Will try on New York City
Explaining that the sky holds the
Wind the sun rushes in and a child
With a shotgun can shoot down
Honeybees that sting
BUT THIS BOY COULD USE A LITTLE STING!
I feel the same way, having moved from pretty rural area to NYC. Â Over the weekend we were feeding chickens and hanging out with sheep. Â It was pretty great. Â Someone should write a song about being in the city but missing the country. Â I bet there\’s some material in that.