Dr. Harry Lillie
Dr. Harry Lillie
"That night in my sleeping bag on the floor of the cabin, I dreamed a big beaver was climbing gently on to my jacket pillow. It woke me and I felt something moving at my hair, then retreating to the floor. In the beam of my torch, there was a little White Footed mouse; and in her mouth a great faggot of what looked suspiciously like my hair. She scampered off to where an old broken piece of armchair lay in a corner. I waited in the dark and she was back almost at once and up at my head, her tiny pink hands and teeth cutting the required lengths for that nest. I went to sleep again thinking it was so nice to know that man, the only true pest in Nature, was at last of some use to at least one little person in that vast wilderness." (1975)
