Dear Mrs. Frisby,
Perhaps he had the wrong house; perhaps he thought that the hamburger sitting on the counter was reason to sneak in and jeopardize his life. Better yet, he probably thought that a house of girls would stand incompetent in the execution of, well, him.
Unfortunately, he’s joined a plethora of beings who’ve underestimated us, and he will no longer be able to help in the transfer of your house. I’m sorry for your loss, but know that he died surrounded by those that were screaming for him.
Humans 1; Rodents 0
