Book number 11 is about a finger-sized baby wild kangaroo mouse that amazed us with his instincts to accomplish many things. At first I didn't really know what my friend had brought to me, except that it was totally dependent on us for life. When I stared at this little life, I could tell from the noises and movements that it was trying to communicate so many things: fear, hunger, pain, desperation. I knew we would keep this little guy and be fascinated to see how his instincts would dictate his life with us. We got to watch him go through all stages of baby to senior, and he earned his long and gray hair by the end of his life. It was amazing that he had no parents, siblings, or role model, yet he was capable of so much on his own. He was as endearing and adorable as a baby and the same as a little old man.