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It
was
a
perfectly
ordinary
brown
mouse
,
except
for
the
way
it
seemed
to
be
checking
into
the
cells
.
It
even
went
into
one
or
two
of
them
,
skipping
nimbly
in
between
the
lower
bars
in
a
way
I
imagine
many
of
our
inmates
,
past
and
present
,
would
envy
.
Except
it
was
out
that
the
cons
would
always
be
wanting
to
skip
,
of
course
.
The
mouse
did
n't
go
into
either
of
the
occupied
cells
;
only
the
empties
.
And
finally
it
had
worked
its
way
almost
up
to
where
we
were
.
I
kept
expecting
it
to
turn
back
,
but
it
did
n't
.
It
showed
no
fear
of
us
at
all
.
"
It
ai
n't
normal
for
a
mouse
to
come
up
on
people
that
way
,
"
Dean
said
,
a
little
nervously
.
"
Maybe
it
's
rabid
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
Christ
,
"
Brutal
said
through
a
mouthful
of
corned-beef
sandwich
.
"
The
big
mouse
expert
.
The
Mouse
Man
.
You
see
it
foamin
at
the
mouth
,
Mouse
Man
?
"
"
I
ca
n't
see
its
mouth
at
all
,
"
Dean
said
,
and
that
made
us
all
laugh
again
.
I
could
n't
see
its
mouth
,
either
,
but
I
could
see
the
dark
little
drops
that
were
its
eyes
,
and
they
did
n't
look
crazy
or
rabid
to
me
.
They
looked
interested
and
intelligent
.
I
've
put
men
to
death
--
men
with
supposedly
immortal
souls
--
that
looked
dumber
than
that
mouse
.
It
scurried
up
the
Green
Mile
to
a
spot
that
was
less
than
three
feet
from
the
duty
desk
...
which
was
n't
something
fancy
,
like
you
might
be
imagining
,
but
only
the
sort
of
desk
the
teachers
used
to
sit
behind
up
at
the
district
high
school
.
And
there
it
did
stop
,
curling
its
tail
around
its
paws
as
prim
as
an
old
lady
settling
her
skirts
.
I
stopped
laughing
all
at
once
,
suddenly
feeling
cold
through
my
flesh
all
the
way
to
the
bones
.
I
want
to
say
I
do
n't
know
why
I
felt
that
way
--
no
one
likes
to
come
out
with
something
that
's
going
to
make
them
look
or
sound
ridiculous
--
but
of
course
I
do
,
and
if
I
can
tell
the
truth
about
the
rest
,
I
guess
I
can
tell
the
truth
about
this
.
For
a
moment
I
imagined
myself
to
be
that
mouse
,
not
a
guard
at
all
but
just
another
convicted
criminal
there
on
the
Green
Mile
,
convicted
and
condemned
but
still
managing
to
look
bravely
up
at
a
desk
that
must
have
seemed
miles
high
to
it
(
as
the
judgment
seat
of
God
will
no
doubt
someday
seem
to
us
)
,
and
at
the
heavy-voiced
,
blue-coated
giants
who
sat
behind
it
.
Giants
that
shot
its
kind
with
BB
guns
,
or
swatted
them
with
brooms
,
or
set
traps
on
them
,
traps
that
broke
their
backs
while
they
crept
cautiously
over
the
word
VICTOR
to
nibble
at
the
cheese
on
the
little
copper
plate
.
There
was
no
broom
by
the
duty
desk
,
but
there
was
a
rolling
mop-bucket
with
the
mop
still
in
the
wringer
;
I
'd
taken
my
turn
at
swabbing
the
green
lino
and
all
six
of
the
cells
shortly
before
sitting
down
to
the
record-box
with
Dean
.
I
saw
that
Dean
meant
to
grab
the
mop
and
take
a
swing
with
it
.
I
touched
his
wrist
just
as
his
fingers
touched
the
slender
wooden
handle
.
"
Leave
it
be
,
"
I
said
.
He
shrugged
and
drew
his
hand
back
.
I
had
a
feeling
he
did
n't
want
to
swat
it
any
more
than
I
did
.
