Animal Amulets
One cold wet morning Molly Mouse poked her tiny head out of a hole in the living room wall. The coast was clear. The cat was away and the humans in the house were busy ruining the world. One thing she did like about humans was their capacity to produce mountains of rubbish. She liked nothing more than to ramble round the rubbish at night nibbling at whatever bits she found in the bins or around them. She had to be on her guard though because the rubbish also attracted foxes and cats and the odd stray dog. The dogs weren´t a big threat though as they were so thick you could usually cod them and convince them to leave you alone.
She scrambled around the skirting boards and squeezed under the crack in the faulty front door. The wind outside made her fur stand up on end. Seeing no one, she skid skillfully to the back yard. Brightly coloured abandoned toys lay strewn across the concrete and the patchy lawn. These were great hiding places and she could take cover under them as she made her way to the shed at the back of the tiny garden. Her little heart was pumping, so far so good, not a predator in sight.