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Lady Felicity's Manor House

I'm an aspiring writer. I think so I guess I am, but that's another story I have to write someday. A lady's work is never done, so who has time to write these days. I have this mouse named Henry. He's stuffed, but don't tell him because it would hurt his feelings. Yes, I am an "adult." I just have an extremely overactive imagination. For instance there is Lorkin, he is a big fat mouse whom no one can see. He lives in an imaginary wheel of swiss cheese in my closet and there is where I visit him. My niece Mary can verify Lorkin is a mouse to be reconned with. All in all, we are a pretty laid back bunch of people, me and mice that scatter the floor of my bedroom. Alas, the world happens that way sometimes. Mice are not very neat people anyway. Lorkin is an Irish mouse, and being stuck in that swiss cheese just must urk the fellow. Sometimes you just have to take what you got, though. After all, he could have gotten stuck living in a block of limburger!