The old woman smiled that sweet, warm smile. The one that made me feel warm and safe.

She said “I’d catch a little mouse and one by one I would cut off it’s tiny toes with my dull pocket knife. When it’s screaming started to irritate me…I’d snap it’s furry neck with just a quick flick.” She chuckled softly.

“Now a days they’d lock you up for doing things like that.” she whispered.