Last week when I visited my summerhouse I sat in a room next to the kitchen and suddenly I heard a strange sound from the kitchen, a rustling noise. It came from a plastic bag with my Danish rye bread. I realized pretty fast that ‘Stuart Little’ paid me a visit. I tossed a cork at the bag to frighten Stuart away but without luck. I quickly emptied a zinc bucket and pushed the bag into it. Now I was calm…and went for my camera to get a shot, as I opened the bag I saw this adorable little mouse, the sweetest thing and he was or she was so full that it could hardy move, totally content he was lying on the back. It is nice with a piece of Danish rye bread. I however had to go to the store and bye a new loaf. The mouse got its freedom among the hundreds of the months of May’s forget-me-nots. Soon my favourite month has come to an end, Stuart and May - I will not forget you.