I had a helper yesterday to make my day go faster.
Meet Mr. Dead Mouse.
He said just call him Dead.
He did some sweeping.
The hammer was just a wee bit large for him.
Dead likes honey and was fascinated with the antique smoker.
He was very sad when the bee gloves would not fit.
Dead gave the grind wheel a couple of turns.
He laughed and said it made him dizzy.
He enjoyed checking out the old tools
and was very grateful he had sharp teeth.
This saw could not be mouse powered.
Pretty knowledgeable about power
Dead admitted he COULD possibly be
the reason this outlet will not work.
Dead decided to leave the vise alone.
I would say that was wise considering his fragile condition.
Dead Mouse became Happy Mouse
when he discovered this hub cap.
He's a Chevrolet mouse through and through.
He swore on his mother's grave
he did not know this place was posted.
Dead spent the rest of the day dancing his little feet off.
He came alive to Queen's "We Are The Champions"
We both enjoyed the music.
Boston, CCR, Nine Inch Nails, even The Boss sang.
When I left for the day, Dead was still rocking out!
He will probably be too tired tomorrow to help.
It was a productive day.
A job is always easier when it's shared.
Thank you, Mr Dead Mouse.
You made my day.
