Welcome to the inaugural segment of my new series, in which I reply to questions posed to me by my faithful readers.
Hunter from Huntsville, Alabama writes:
"Whattahell's a rouse?"
Miss C replies:
Though I present myself here as a refined authoress,
prima ballerina and mannerly city girl,
I am also well in touch with my Alabama born, country gal roots...
therefore, I understand the exact nature of Mr. Hunter's question.
For my readers in other parts of the country,
allow me to rephrase the interrogative expression:
"What, exactly, is a 'rouse'?"
A rouse is a rat, or a mouse, or anything in between...
basically anything without hair on its tail, that ain't a possum.
For example, the recent victim of my enthusiastic chase,
looked mostly like this:
Hunter from Huntsville, Alabama writes:
"Whattahell's a rouse?"
Miss C replies:
Though I present myself here as a refined authoress,
prima ballerina and mannerly city girl,
I am also well in touch with my Alabama born, country gal roots...
therefore, I understand the exact nature of Mr. Hunter's question.
For my readers in other parts of the country,
allow me to rephrase the interrogative expression:
"What, exactly, is a 'rouse'?"
A rouse is a rat, or a mouse, or anything in between...
basically anything without hair on its tail, that ain't a possum.
For example, the recent victim of my enthusiastic chase,
looked mostly like this:
And yet, had the innocent disposition
and kind eyes of this one...
she was awfully close to the fence, too:
Photo courtesy of Wikipedia: Look up Wood Mouse!
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