Mouse's Cry

There is a long-standing church in the town. The mottled outer wall has traces of thousands of years, witnessing the birth and death of believers. The sun rises and sets calmly, symbolizing peace and prosperity. The whine of mice could be heard from under the dilapidated church, and the noble hunters walking on the eaves fell one after another, with a frightening stench exuding from under their soft fur. A terrible plague swept through the peaceful town. In pain and despair, believers prayed for God's mercy. The devout priest walked out of the church with a pure white mouse on his shoulder. Something weird happened, no one cared where the mouse came from...