Brothers of Blyde
by Grandpa Casey
Here’s a short excerpt: I remove the chair, that I keep propped under the closet door’s handle. Next, I quickly open the door with my right hand; while preparing to run, at the slightest provocation, I use my left hand to turn on the light. When nothing tries to grab me, I cautiously look inside, nothing but clothes in here. I look at the closet’s floor and see my mousetraps are not disturbed.