82/365 The Mouse Graveyard

I climb up on the ladder to put the candlestands away in the cabinet, up high above the closets in the servers sacristy. I partially lose my balance and a couple of brass flowerpots tumble around in the cabinet.

A dead mouse appears, mummified. Probably fell in one of the flowerpots and couldn't scramble out. In 1982.

I leave him. I don't have gloves and, like I said, he's dead. Really dead. When Miguel and Jack come over to help us, I point out the "very very dead mouse."

Miguel then points out that dead is one of those terms that cannot have a modifier.

But the mouse was quite dead.