I solemnly swear that I will never, ever bury that mouse.
(I hated to bury Harold. I had scarcely got to know him myself.)
ETA: Regarding your interjection below, kaytara-art, let us assume that, in this equation, bury does, in fact, equal kill. I don’t solemnly swear to things lightly. To be fair, though, you have a valid point: its death isn’t technically off the board, especially not since there’s a ready source of resurrection ; - ) My point is that this mouse is just as charmed as that toad in Tuck Everlasting, just in a slightly different way. And if you haven’t read that book, go do it.