his
      heart
      having
      apparently
      been
      found
      through
      his
      stomach.
     
     
      He
      still
      retained
      some
      vestige
      of
      his
      wilderness
      instincts,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      his
      approach
      being
      a
      tentative
      one,
      though
      he
      followed
      my
     
     
      trail
      of
      breadcrumbs
      like
      some
      furry
      cousin
      to
      Hansel
      and
     
     
      Gretel.
      Before
      long,
      he
      found
      himself
      following
      his
      trail
      of
     
     
      tidbits
      into
      the
      cardboard
      clutches
      of
      my
      waiting
      box,
      and
     
     
      the
      instant
      he
      stepped
      in,
      I
      slapped
      the
      lid
      on
      it.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      lid
      in
      question
      was
      a
      plastic
      food
      tray
      I
      had
      grabbed
      ina
     
     
      moment
      of
      inspiration,
      but
      it
      was
      more
      than
      sufficient
      to
     
     
      ensnare
      my
      sluggish
      captive,
      whose
      chubby
      frame
      would
     
     
      obviously
      prevent
      his
      escaping
      through
      the
      box’s
      open
     
     
      corners.
      I
      felt
      fable-like
      in
      my
      triumph,
      master
      of
      the
      wild
     
     
      beast,
      picturing
      myself
      among
      such
      titans
      as
      Davy
      Crockett,
     
     
      Frank
      Buck,
      Marlon
      Perkins.
      I
      could
      hear
      Lorne
      Greene
     
     
      narating
      the
      whole
      absurd
      spectacle
      on
      one
      of
      those
      nature
     
     
      shows,
      my
      valor
      immortalized
      in
      time
      for
      a
      word
      from
      our
     
     
      sponsors.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      AsI
      savoured
      the
      heady
      pride
      of
      the
      moment,
      I
      was
      snapped
     
     
      back
      to
      Earth
      by
      the
      inquiring
      gazes
      of
      the
      ladies
      at
      the
      i
     
     
      computers.
      Like
      so
      many
      soldiers,
      I
      had
      forgotten
      what
      I
     
     
      was
      originally
      fighting
      for.
      With
      the
      eager
      assistance
      of
      the
     
     
      ladies
      in
      opening
      the
      doors,
      I
      took
      our
      pint-size
      P.O.W.
     
     
      outside
      to
      release
      him
      into
      the
      wild
      once
      more.
      I
      chose
      a
     
     
      grassy
      spot
      amidst
      the
      concrete
      paths
      and
      tipped
      the
      box
     
    

    
     
      over,
      only
      to
      find
      my
      mousy
      friend
      frozen
      with
      the
      impact
     
     
      of
      trying
      to
      recognize
      the
      world
      he
      had
      left
      behind.
      Our
      future
      oo
     
    

    
     
      eyes
      met
      for
      the
      final
      time,
      and
      he
      ran,
      perhaps
      realizing
      The
      ism
      your
      hands
     
     
      that
      his
      place
      was
      truly
      out
      there,
      or
      perhaps
      because
      I
      had
     
     
      begun
      to
      shake
      the
      box
      violently.
      As
      he
      scurried
      off
      into
      the
     
     
      sunset,
      perhaps
      returning
      to
      Minnie
      and
      the
      kids,
      I
      felt
      *
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      conscientious
      and
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      deep,
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