Sam always outlines possible courses of action for whatever situation he finds himself in, and there's always one course where he's a mouse. In the present situation, he needs to find a violin in every course of action he can see ahead of him.
   He stands in a field with Nigel, as they try to think of what to do. Nigel holds a thermometer in the air, looking up at blue sky. "Something has just bitten off my hand," he says. "No, there it is."
   "Where's your foot?"
   "Something must have bitten it off."
   On the radio, the DJ announces a competition where you can win a violin if you know what the capital of France is. Nigel phones the radio station, and when he's asked the question he says, "I don't know; something just bit off my elbow."
   Sam goes to the car to look there again. Nigel looks up at the sunlight through the leaves in a tree. A hawk comes along and sees him watching the leaves, so the hawk watches the leaves too. The hawk doesn't really know what it's supposed to be looking at.
   When Sam comes back he asks Nigel where his knee is. "The hawk must have bitten it off.
   "I've been thinking about this," Sam says. "What if I just took Tracey's violin."
   "She'd surely notice."
   "Yeah, but what if I was a mouse."
   "The hawk would eat you."
   "Is there any way of blindfolding the hawk?"
   Nigel stands in front of the hawk, telling it about all the things he's had bitten off, while Sam creeps up behind it with a blindfold. Just as he's about to pounce, a violin falls from the tree. "Alright, forget about the hawk," Sam says.