I thought you might have one until I realized the reason I am using these damn crutches is because that mouse ran out in front of me and I fell down those stairs as a result.
Lets see…mouse eats cheese..cheese from cows…cows moo….hmmmm…crutches..crutches…hmmm…sprained ankles….ah, forget it. But one day I’ll connect one of these posts.
I thought you might have one until I realized the reason I am using these damn crutches is because that mouse ran out in front of me and I fell down those stairs as a result.
How non-sequitor. The crutches have two legs, but give the wearer four legs, just like the mouse! Still, crutches do not have whiskers.
Now I can’t stop thinking about poor little lame mice on wee crutches!
Wasn’t Mouse Crutches one of the bands you featured on “Who’s in Charge Here?”
You know I once saw a mouse on crutches. Little teensy tiny ones. It was remarkable!
I saw a mouse with a walking cast on one leg. He didn’t need no stinkin’ crutches.
Lets see…mouse eats cheese..cheese from cows…cows moo….hmmmm…crutches..crutches…hmmm…sprained ankles….ah, forget it. But one day I’ll connect one of these posts.
None of you have convinced me there is a connection (though I am sorry to hear of Freida B’s accident)!