Gonff had been apprehended by the soldiers of Kotir for his thefts of their stores. This is another song sung by Gonff, the mouse thief, after being thrown into a cell with Martin the warrior.
“I knew a mouse in prison here,More than a hundred years,
His whiskers grew along the ground,
And right back to his ears.
His eyes grew dim, his teeth fell out,
His fur went silver-gray,
‘If my granddad were here,
‘I wonder what he’d say?’ ”
(Mossflower, 38)
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