Fate caught a mouse in the woods today…sort of. She saw it moving, and pounced on it, pressed her nose to it. The mouse, small and fat on the good eatings of the woods, squeaked loudly and several times, and Fate jumped back and stared at it, bewildered. As she is with the sheep, she loves to chase, but not to kill.

The mouse, squeaking indignantly, perhaps could not believe his good fortune, and suddenly ran off pell mell to the stone wall, complaining loudly, and Fate waited a moment for him to get safely inside, and then chased after him. Too late, of course. Fate is a good time girl, she is interested in having a good time, not in biting sheep or killing mice. She is a pacifist border collie.