A monk who was very old, thought that he must travel,but,he worried no one keep his pet,I ment,a grey mouse.He tried to telephone his landlord “If you take care of my pet mouse?"The landlord reply "No problem!".
After seven days ,the monk came back with high spirits ,and looking for his mouse.
He couldn't find the mouse.
He felt angry and self control .He believed,"I must fallow what nature arrange,my lovely friend maybe gone."
At night,he couldn't sleep ,the mouse knocked the window and said,"How was your trip?".
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