One a wet blustery day I had to go to a large shopping mall where there was a music store that had a piece of sheet music that I'd been looking for. I had just parked the car and was scurrying to get out of the weather as fast as I could when I saw this poor bedrangled mouse come sliding out of a downpipe fixed against the corner of the main building where it was washed into the gutter. Despite obvious injury, it struggled and managed to swim against the flow and pulled its body up onto the kerb. I continued into the mall to look for the music store ... and, as usual for me, turned left when I was told right and became throroughly lost. Having got fresh directions, imagine my surprise as I headed for the glass lift to take me up onto the second floor, seeing that little wet mouse struggling into the lift in front of me. We got out of the lift and again I headed the wrong way. But as the upper level was in a circle I eventually found the music store, went in and joined the queue at the counter. There was a young man at the counter asking about a tenor trombone. When he was done, the assistant looked at me and asked how he could be of assistance. I hesitated then pointed in front of me where the mouse was patiently waiting his turn. The assistant leaned right over the counter and spoke kindly to the mouse. To which the poor bedraggled creature responded: "Got any mouse organs?"