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Yet
the
idea
would
not
leave
my
mind
,
and
it
again
occurred
to
me
that
most
of
us
would
feel
that
small
when
approaching
God
's
judgment
seat
after
our
lives
were
over
,
but
very
few
of
us
would
be
able
to
look
so
unafraid
.
"
Well
,
I
swear
,
"
Old
Toot-Toot
said
.
"
There
he
sits
,
big
as
Billy-Be-Frigged
.
"
"
You
ai
n't
seen
nothing
yet
,
Toot
,
"
Harry
said
.
"
Watch
this
.
"
He
reached
into
his
breast
pocket
and
came
out
with
a
slice
of
cinnamon
apple
wrapped
in
waxed
paper
.
He
broke
off
the
end
and
tossed
it
on
the
floor
.
It
was
dry
and
hard
and
I
thought
it
would
bounce
right
past
the
mouse
,
but
it
reached
out
one
paw
,
as
carelessly
as
a
man
swatting
at
a
fly
to
pass
the
time
,
and
batted
it
flat
.
We
all
laughed
in
admiration
and
surprise
,
an
outburst
of
sound
that
should
have
sent
the
mouse
skittering
,
but
it
barely
twitched
.
It
picked
up
the
piece
of
dried
apple
in
its
paws
,
gave
it
a
couple
of
licks
,
then
dropped
it
and
looked
up
at
us
as
if
to
say
,
Not
bad
,
what
else
do
you
have
?
Toot-Toot
opened
his
cart
,
took
out
a
sandwich
,
unwrapped
it
,
and
tore
off
a
scrap
of
bologna
.
"
Do
n't
bother
,
"
Dean
said
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
Toot-Toot
asked
.
"
Ai
n't
a
mouse
alive
'd
pass
up
bologna
if
he
could
get
it
.
You
a
crazy
guy
!
"
But
I
knew
Dean
was
right
,
and
I
could
see
by
Harry
's
face
that
he
knew
it
,
too
.
There
were
floaters
and
there
were
regulars
.
Somehow
,
that
mouse
seemed
to
know
the
difference
.
Nuts
,
but
true
.
Old
Toot-Toot
tossed
the
scrap
of
bologna
down
,
and
sure
enough
,
the
mouse
would
n't
have
a
thing
to
do
with
it
;
sniffed
it
once
and
then
backed
off
a
pace
.
"
I
'll
be
a
goddamned
son
of
a
bitch
,
"
Old
Toot-Toot
said
,
sounding
offended
.
I
held
out
my
hand
.
"
Give
it
to
me
.
"
