"My condolences." Sean patted Moonlight on the back. They are in the backyard of Moonlight's house at the moment, and the pianist is wearing a black suit today.

Wiping her tears with a handkerchief, Moonlight crouched in front of the small coffin. In the little wooden box, stuffed with cotton and sawdust, Miss White the Mouse was lying, looking as if asleep.

Miss White left yesterday afternoon, after a biscuit lunch, and it collapsed in its nest.

"She's too old

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