No problem figuring out where Brigid had gotten herself off to this time, although it did rather destroy the solemnity and the silence of the after-service environment. The mouse was squeaking all the way.
The rector showed a lot more cool than I would being used as a maypole in this game. I think the mouse was trying to hide and there was nothing doing (no robes to run up and no cabinet spaces to squeak under; the door to the inner room was firmly closed). Just cat and mouse.
I was amused.