Squeezing in at first was hard, but I’ve found a place where I can hide by day...

{Seeking entry.}

Dear you,

Salvation comes in many forms and I believe I have found mine in the form of library’s quiet sanctuary and books and their knowledge they hold within. Squeezing in at first was hard, but I’ve found a place where I can hide by day and thus explore by night to free delight. Beneath the floorboards of Biology, I wait in curled up form. I wait for the library to empty of its librarians, students, time wasters, and the plain curious. I wait quietly, dozing in and out of consciousness. Come evening, I roam, I tumble, I roll, and I read. I even amend the texts of a few books in my field of particular knowledge. The dietary requirements of my kind are oft listed incorrectly. So, too, our social graces, or apparent lack thereof. So I ‘correct’ and retell history and her facts where rodents are concerned, and this, my good friend, this keeps me very busy indeed.

Yours sharpening pencils instead of claws,
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Seems only fitting that with this State Library of Victoria Dear You postcard tale I share with you a peep at A Year of Southern Hemisphere Birds in the beautiful domed La Trobe Reading Room earlier this week. (Thanks Des.)