The first was that employees, who 
were around the mice, couldn’t also    
have them as pets.                     
     “There’s a chance that you could  
carry something in that could contam-  
inate the other mice here.”            
     The second thing was that the next
Policy Meeting wasn’t for another five 
years.                                 
     We had to wait five freakin’ years
before they told us that all our ideas 
were unfeasible. No explanation or     
reason was given. Nothing, except to   
tell us that they considered the issue 
closed, so don’t bring it up again.    
     Over the next nine years, we      
ignored that part and tried to come up 
with another plan to save the mice, but
nothing really happened until a little 
more than a year ago.                  
*      We couldn’t even save them our-     
selves, because after that pretend     
argument, we weren’t allowed to work   
together again. It was to avoid a      
similar occurrence in the future.      
     This place had so many stupid and 
unwritten rules, that I wasn’t sur-    
prised by this one, but one of them    
actually helped us out. We just didn’t 
know about it at the time.             
     Not too long after we started     
saving mice, Denise left. It was under 
very mysterious circumstances, and I   
was sad to see her go. She was defi-   
nitely one of the good guys, and I’m   
glad she was still there when we final-
ly figured it out.                     
     Beth has met her, and they still  
talk on the phone every once in a while
and end up laughing for hours about who
the hell knows what.                   



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