Winter is near. I saw a field mouse, except he was in no field, he was running across the sidewalk and hid under a bush as I walked by. I wish him luck as he tries to get into the auditorium before the winter snows. Somehow, I want to call him Oscar, though I know of no one by that name. If you don’t have any luck there, knock on my door, and I’ll let you in. I have only two rules: one, don’t gnaw on the furniture or rugs, and two, don’t leave any mouse piles on the floor.