What's In The Bottle?
By Phil Scovell
The pastor stopped and came in. "Let me get a bottle of water
out of the garage for my wife," I said, "and I'll be ready to go." He
said ok and I walked to the door going into our attached garage. We
had a water distiller and I had moved it into our garage, since we had
no basement in our new home, and this way, we could keep the heat that
the machine generated out of the house. Closing the door behind me
and carrying the quart bottle into the kitchen, I walked toward the
sink where I planned on setting the bottle down.
"Hey," the pastor said as I neared the sink, "let me see that
bottle. I turned and held it up. I figured he was just looking at
the label that was still on the bottle that I was now using to keep my
distilled water in. He took it from me and said, "Just a second," and
he walked to the garage door. Coming back, he handed me the bottle
and said, "Ok, let's go."
Driving down the hill away from my house, the pastor placed a
bottle that looked just like the ones we were using for our distilled
water in my lap.
"What's this?" I asked; puzzled.
"It is the bottle you brought out of the garage and was about to
sit on the counter for your wife to use next to the sink for drinking
"So," I said as I touched the coolness of the glass and made sure
the lid was screwed on tightly so none of its contents might
accidentally spill on my clothes.
"So," he replied quietly, inside that bottle is a floating dead
To this day, my wife and I, both blind, then and now, have no
idea how much water we had been sharing with field mice before the
pastor discovered they were drinking my distilled water with us.
I was mystified how the mouse got in the bottle. The opening was
a good inch and a half wide. The pastor suggested, since the level of
the water was a couple of inches below the top of the bottle's lip,
they were leaning down inside to reach the water and one fell in and
drown. Then I dutifully came out, unawares of course, and screwed on
the lid to start another bottle of water distilling. Yes, I brought
the distiller into the house and kept it in the laundry room from then
on. To this day, however, I am still a little paranoid about drinking
from a bottle of any kind. No. I absolutely have no grief or
compassion for the mouse so you are welcome to turn me in to the
animal rights people.
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