Squawks of Gilbert

A few days ago we got a new houseguest. He was small and grey, with a long stringy tail. He was camping out on our patio, and during the day he would pick up the scraps that the wild birds left on the ground. I don’t think he had a real home. He was very polite, though, and he was doing a good job of cleaning up the patio. He came to our window a few times and on Friday he finally introduced himself. His name was Rodney and he was a rodent. But last night, Daddy put out a special machine with peanut butter on it, and this morning Rodney was fast asleep in the machine and didn’t wake up when Daddy picked up the machine and put it in a bag. Now he’s gone. Rest in peace, Rodney.