There's a mouse who lives in my valve control box. His pad must be the envy of the colony - high ceilings, running water. He's even drug in a cigarette butt from somewhere (not mine of course), for that special touch.
The property has just one tiny little drawback. Every once in a while a great monster suddenly lifts the roof and scares the bejeezus out of poor mr. mouse.
Well, no place is perfect. They have earthquakes in California...
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