I found the sacred mouse, it was
hiding in a host. The wafting spray
of incense smoke deterred but only
little. It looked back at me as if to say,
'I bring nothing to this party but myself,
so let me be.' I so quickly did agree.
God has many manners, but few are
joking ones; so take advantage of this
predicament, or anything near like it,
as and when you can. Walk with me in
the Garden again, Eve, we can laugh
as we redo what we didn't do before.