Reported by Kaipo Simpson.

During the winter, field mice came to live with us on top of the mountain. They’d be in your AWOL bag after your supper or would crawl in your clothes when you were trying to take a mid nap. That’s why I ended up on three steno chairs-one under my shoulders, one under my butt, and one under my feet. I move around when I sleep and would wiggle my way across the room during my “nap”. Anyway, we came to work one mid and one of the pigeon holes on the analyst’s desk was plugged up with a sign on it saying “Don’t open till Christmas.” It was already January, I think. Someone (I don’t remember who) decided to see what it was behind the sign. He got real close and pulled the sign off. There was a paper wad plugging the hole. He got even closer and pulled the wad out and out came this poor mouse making its break for freedom. It ended up in his shirt and ran down his pants before it got out his pants leg. I never saw so much hollering and dancing in all my life.