He certainly wasn’t as quiet as a church mouse, but he was as bold as brass.
Meet the mouse that joined our meeting, held in the church hall the other evening. It scampered out from under the cooker in the kitchen, if he was looking for food he was too late, there had been cake, but it would have been a minor miracle if our lot had left even a crumb. Sadly I seem to have cut off part of his tail, photographically speaking; but such cruelty was nothing compared to the suggested methods of rodent control put forward by the committee. And there was I thinking they were quite a humane bunch of folk. We’ll let the caretaker deal with it, under any other business.