I saw a dead mouse on my walk today. I tried to get my person to take a picture of it, but she wouldn’t do it. She said nobody would want to see a picture of a dead mouse. I don’t know why. I thought it was pretty interesting.
I’ve never seen a dead mouse before, or any kind of dead animal for that matter. My person says that they don’t stick around that way for long because somebody eats them. I wouldn’t have minded checking it out, but once my person saw it she made me leave.
I wonder why it hadn’t been eaten yet. Maybe a coyote caught it but a bear chased the coyote and the coyote dropped it. Maybe it was trampled by a herd of javelina. Maybe a hawk caught it, but an eagle tried to get it from the hawk and the hawk dropped it. Maybe it died of old age and nobody had discovered the new meat market yet.
I guess I’ll never know why that mouse was still there. I bet I know one thing though. I won’t find it there tomorrow.