A MOUSE IS A LOUSE, WHEN IN A HOUSE. CAUSES A FRIGHT, ESPECIALLY AT NIGHT. HE LEAVES LITTLE DROPPINGS, IS EXTREMELY SMART. YOU SEE HIM THERE, AND THEN HE DARTS. HE'S HARD TO CATCH, HE COMES RIGHT BACK. BUT CAN BE CAUGHT, IF YOU BAIT THE TRAP. HE SURE IS CUTE, BUT VERY SMALL. AND OFTEN HIDES, BEHIND THE WALL. AN UNFRIENDLY SORT, HE'S AWFULLY RUDE. BUT IN THE END, IS ONE DEAD DUDE.Birth sign: Not entered
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