Description
The mice no longer hovered around the cage of hens just below the vest. I crept into the houses. I used to smell sour earthy smell, I do not know its source, if I lie on the living room sofas. Although I have never seen a mouse inside the house, my mom shares it, emphasizing that, whenever the sofas of the sofas are revealed, they reveal dark brown droppings that come close to the grain of the rice, saying that they are mice .. It is not necessary to see them in order to know that they are among us! I remember her promise. I remind her: "When will you tell me the story of the four mice?" Do preoccupied with cleaning up the place. She replies, "At night." The night comes, like every night. She removes her dentures. She talks in the darkness of her room. It paves the way for the story: "Zour Ibn Zarzour, for those whose age has not been false nor swore falsehood ...
