Once upon a time they lived as always in this fine house.
There was a sound, loud like a spirit, from the room and then clearly from the woodstove, empty in the heat of Summer.
It seemed to be a mouse, then thought to be a bat and the large net was gathered to trap it for release.
All but one left the room.
The animal turned out to be a small bird, obviously traumatized from its attempt to escape back up the creosote coated flue.
Held for a while outdoors, gently preened it flew away leaving a small feather.
the end.
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