Roasted mouse, anyone?
The other night, Danny and I went with our friend, Michal, to the gym to work out. Our kids stayed with Michal's wife, Dasa, and their kids, Veronika and Natalka. Dasa fixed a bonfire by the lake for them to roast klobasa (Polish sausages). During their time playing outside, a dead mouse was discovered and Roxie loves dead stuff so she took a stick and skewered the mouse to roast on the fire (thankfully not for eating...apparently for just for science)....Dasa was laughing so hard when she was telling us what had happened...I wonder if she thinks we Americans eat roasted mouse.
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