You know, the people who put the most money in the donations box at the entrance to the gallery I work at are children.
They seem to think nothing of parting with their pocket money...
I love this.
(I also have a mouse living in my house. He/she seems to enjoy my unconscious donations... the crumbs from the supper lap... sneaky biscuit baubles under the chair. I tried to rescue Mouse from the Cat a few days ago, but Mouse hid deeper, almost thankfully. Cat became bored and slanted off to the garden for a blink of sun).
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