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&lt;p&gt;And then the rains came. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;To be brutally honest, I was never all that enamored with the life of a&lt;br /&gt;
field mouse. Though it&#039;s definitely better than &amp;quot;experimental&lt;br /&gt;
animal,&amp;quot; it&#039;s not the most comfortable--nor the safest--occupation in the&lt;br /&gt;
world. Many times I&#039;d cursed the lack of courage which had prevented me from&lt;br /&gt;
rescuing my wife and children from those dangers and discomforts. Ironic, I&lt;br /&gt;
suppose, that they finally ended up rescuing themselves. All I had ever found&lt;br /&gt;
it possible to do was to provide them with the occasional luxury--and then&lt;br /&gt;
ignore or evade the inevitable questions as to where it had come from. In every&lt;br /&gt;
imaginable way our new life was safer, more comfortable, more fulfilling...but if&lt;br /&gt;
our old life did have one redeeming feature, it was this: never once in all&lt;br /&gt;
that time had I been obliged to tell my family that I&#039;d been suspended from my&lt;br /&gt;
job. &lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2004 14:40:35 -0700</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>Simon</dc:creator>
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