At Least Myself Tried

The snow all disappeared overnight and nothing now remains bar the sat-upon tulips and the Throwing Shoe in the centre of rather a muddy, slightly dug up, patch of lawn. She is annoyed about Her tulips, He is annoyed about His lawn.

Myself - having so generous and understanding a character - popped out and caught a field mouse to console Them. Brought it into the Living Room. Proudly. Assured of a warm welcome.

Simply Cannot Understand Them at all. She screamed, and He threw a cushion, so took it back to the Music Room and ate it. (Wasn't very nice. Must have been because it had been lying around for a few days.) Later was rather sick. Left the remains tidily by His chair in the Music Room.