This rare creature used to sleep all over the winter. <br />When the winter was over, one night the poor man heard <br />Somebody was scuffing the ragged doormat. <br />Then he slightly opened the door and peeped. <br />He saw it was scurrying away. <br />The next day at the same time <br />Scraping sound came. <br />He opened the door and kept a carrot on the mat. <br />This habit continued until the undernourished man died. <br />But it came as usual to the haunted house and there was always a carrot on the mat.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dormouse-and-a-ghost/
