We took an extended walk last night, Rob and Goblin and I. And incidentally, am I alone in wanting to refer to them collectively as “Robgoblin”? Okay then . . . we took an extended walk last night, Robgoblin and I. To the park, down the Bridle Path to Tavern on the Green, then a meandering loop through the center, which deposited us on Fifth Avenue. Miles, we walked. Miles and miles. And incidentally, am I alone in thinking I write too much about Central Park? Okay then . . . what I wanted to tell you was that the Goblin half of Robgoblin caught a scurrying mouse. It all happened so fast. The Rob half of Robgoblin and I were so stunned that it took us a moment to leap into action. Rob leapt into action by standing there and holding Goblin’s leash, and I leapt into action by grabbing Goblin and forcing her to drop the poor creature, which upon hitting the ground limped around in stunned circles. Then I held Goblin’s leash while Goblin strained to retrieve her catch and Rob bent down to get a better look at it. “Maybe its leg is broken,” I said. “I think its back leg is broken,” Rob said. “GIVE ME MY MOUSE!” Goblin said. “MINE MINE MINE!” We stood around for a while feeling bad for the mouse, except for Goblin who still wanted to eat it and the mouse who was probably just feeling bad in general, but who is to say that a certain amount of that was not self-pity? Then we started walking again. “Maybe the mouse is just pretending to have a broken leg,” Rob said. “Maybe,” I said. “Maybe an owl will swoop down and eat it,” Rob said. “It’s the Circle of Life,” I said. “You never let me eat anything I find on the street!” Goblin said. Then Robgoblin and I went home.