THE HUNTERS!
Flynn: The grass was cut last week and made into hay for the horses. That means the mousies have less places to hide. Listen! I hear squeaking.
Eric: I'm on my way. Don't do anything before I get there.
He is definitely in here somewhere.
We pat the grass with our paws to get him to move.
Flynn: Success! I've got him.
Do you see him in the grass beside me?
Eric: I will keep looking, there may be another one.
Helloooo, anybody there?
Huh! Looks like I'm out of luck and Flynn didn't even give me his mouse like he usually does.
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