Dust, being the bittersweet mouse he was, had bit you earlier on in the day because he simply thought you were trying to steal his mealworms. But, you were just crouching down outside by his home in the grass, reaching your hand out to pet him.

You knew now not to bother an animal while it’s eating.

So, now he was bandaging the finger he had bitten you on in the kitchen on a stool, you standing up. He was quite smart for such a little animal in the food chain, and you appreciated the help.