"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."
--Dr. Harry Lillie, 1975
Dr. Harry Lillie
|