бичлэгA day passes.
He’s brought back a load of birch wood.
“There was a mouse,” he said. “Did you see?”
What?
What mouse?
Where?
You didn’t see it? But
Grandpa
took a penknife
from his breastpocket,
and began to
strip and
trim and
carve
the birchwood into a mouse.
I thought I saw a mouse
emerging from the birchwood.
Grandpa says his eyes are bad,
but I can’t believe that!
