A woman prepared a mouse for her husband's dinner, roasting it with a blueberry in its mouth.
At table he uses a dentist's pick and a surgeon's scalpel, bending over the tiny roastling with a jeweler's loupe...
Twenty years of this: curried mouse, garlic and butter mouse, mouse sauteed in its own fur, Salisbury mouse, mouse-in-the-trap, baked in the very trap that killed it, mouse tartare, mouse poached in menstrual blood at the full of the moon...
Twenty years of this, eating their way through the mice... And yet, not to forget, each night, one less vermin in the world...
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