This morning the sounds emanating from above are different and I visualize a group of tiny rodents playing soccer with mothballs. I rush up into the attic again but there is nothing to see. The animals seem to be able to disappear at will, which gives weight to the theory that they are supernatural in origin. Tomorrow I am going to go up there with a deck chair, a flash light, a flask of coffee and a loaded .45
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