She Has a Mouse
SHE has a mouse. A friend sent it in an old purple corsage box and she put it in a two-quart glass jar. It jumped out the first night that she had it, but it was on top of a dresser with two jewel boxes and a few bottles of half-gone perfume and a big oval mirror, and the mouse scrunched up and hid inside the back of one open jewel box with a coil of long rope beads. And she found it...