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The mouse in the attic shared my passion for apples. What else did we have in common?

On the third night I couldn’t sleep. I began thinking more about the mouse. After all, he was a sentient being.  Photograph: Getty Images/iStockphoto

On the third night I couldn’t sleep. I began thinking more about the mouse. After all, he was a sentient being. Photograph: Getty Images/iStockphoto

Once upon a time there was a mouse who lived in the attic and loved apples. I knew this because I kept feeding him apples. It’s not that I wanted to fatten him. In fact I wanted to kill him. And I thought he might be seduced into a mouse trap. 

The only reason I knew he was in the attic was because one night he came down through the chimney which is no longer used, and onto the worktop where he found a red apple I had left on a plate. 

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