Conditional Reality

We made a sweet deal on some land with a copse of trees and a view of the river. We built a house and moved in. The next day a storm dropped three feet of snow. Many mice escaped the weather by moving into our house. We asked them to leave. They told us we were the ones who should go. And we should take our pets with us. We could leave the house and the food, though. An argument ensued. Then a long discussion concerning the nature of ownership. The thaw came and the mice left. We missed them.

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