Miss.Miriam clutched me in her hand, so tight that I feared my body might be crushed. Then I berated myself for lack of faith in Mr.Gabriel. He wouldn't accept weak assistants.
We left where Mr.Gabriel and the villagers stood to go on Miss.Miriam's next errand. Miss.Miriam ran around the path, under bridges, over streams. "What'd'you think of the nice man who gave you to me?"
Naturally, I could not reply.
"I think he's right nice. Don't you, Mousey?"
Mousey wasn't the name Mr.Gabriel gave me. But as for Mr.Gabriel, I held nothing but respect for he who gave me life.
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