One Man's Trash

Tears dripped slowly from the walls of the decrepit abode. Stairs cried with the anguish of memories of many years neglect. The foundation wobbled with insecurity. Paint faded to various bleak shades. What a drab sight it was, but it’s inhabitants were always joyous. A plump mouse scurried gingerly across the splintering wooden floor of the kitchen. This room was the mouse’s favorite; an endless plethora of food remains to indulge upon, not to mention the boundless world of nooks and crannies for exploring! The mouse often thought about how perfect a home this would be for raising a family, for they would cause no harm because no one lived there. The house simply appeared too unappealing to all that viewed it.

Although…one man’s trash is another mouse’s treasure.

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