City Mouse

On Sunday afternoon's stroll to the coffee shop, Mom and I happened across a young girl taping a sign to the wall, while her mother waited. You know I have to check these things out:


Click to enlarge, and you'll see the sign asks you not to step on a baby mouse. Sure enough, there was a tiny little thing no larger than a cherry tomato tucked into the corner. C'mon, even if you're afraid of mice, you had to rally for this little cutie:



I've since discovered that the little girl's name was Isabella. While I took pictures, I told her mother that I'd e-mail the photos to her for a little souvenir of her life saving efforts. While Mama ran for a business card, Isabella gave her mouse a little rub on the head.



We thought the fun was over at that point, and Mom and I took our leave. When we strolled back by, though, there was a crowd. People were absolutely delighted with the mouse and the sign.


This little one offered up a bite of cookie:


Mom and I milled about for about 20 minutes, finishing our drinks and watching the crowd wane and grow again, everyone cooing and smiling. I couldn't help but wonder about how one very observant and very caring little girl managed to put a smile on what would had to have been more than 100 faces that afternoon.

I e-mailed the photos to her mother, and got back a thankful email the next day. It read, in part,

I am grateful that you were there with your camera, now she will know that what she did mattered. God always puts angels in our lives, I believe sometimes we are just too busy to notice.

Funny. I had been thinking the same thing.