You have often heard the old adage, "there is a little bit of good in the worst of us." You know, I believe that. I believe it strongly. I was at a car wash last week when this was once again proven, to my satisfaction at least. Two young lads had found a mouse under a couple of mops. When the mops were moved the mouse ran, with the lads in hot pursuit. They swung at the little beast several times and missed. Finally the mouse ran under a large flat plate over which the next car had to pass. As soon as the car hit the plate it would drop an inch to the floor, triggering the dryer mechanism. The mouse would surely be crushed. Several grown men had watched this whole episode and we were all agreed that the lads had chased the mouse to positive oblivion. The car hit the plate, the the plate slapped against the concrete floor and it was agreed the mouse had been crushed. However, the mouse was not crushed. After the car passed over the plate, and it snapped up again, the small creature darted out from under and into the safety of a hole in the floor. At this moment I looked at the men who had been witness to this affair. Everyone had a smile on his face. Two full grown boys and all that frightful mechanism had seemed too much for the mouse; but he got away safe and sound and the men were glad. That is why I still have faith in my kind. Anyone who can root for a mouse can't be all bad.
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