Flynn: The grass was cut last week and made into hay for the horses. That means the mousies have less places to hide. Shhh! I hear squeaking.
Eric: I'm on my way. Don't do anything before I get there.
He's definitely in here somewhere.
We pat the grass with our paws to get him to move.
Flynn: Success! I've got him.
Look carefully, you can see him in the grass beside me.
Eric: I have to keep looking, there may be another one.
Helloooo, anybody home?
Huh! Looks like I'm out of luck and Flynn didn't even give me his mouse like he usually does.