My mum is a funny one. Whenever I bring home some goodies, she gets all upset.
Just like yesterday.
With all my goodness, a contribution to the household was made in the form of a mouse. And a big, fat one as well. So big, one could be forgiven for mistaking it with a rat.
I just don’t understand it. She does not want to eat a juicy mouse, yet a chicken or cow is no problem.
Look: release the mouse or catch the mouse, it’s either/or for me. But please make your mind up.