NICE TRY, BIG MICK!...

      Daylight! My big dog steps outside to look around and spots a tightly furled, dry leaf skittering across the porch in a gust of wind. It looks just like a little rodent running by. 
     Mick tenses, then pounces! The weight of that great body instantly turns the "mouse" to tiny bits of leaf-crumb. 
     Mick looks quizzically at both his paws; no rodent!... He stands up and looks beneath his body; no rodent!... 
    He looks at me with wrinkled brow, and I can read his mind: 
   "I wonder where the rodent went!"