At Mallee's railroad sidings the mice scratched at the iron sides of wheat bins. The noise was like the splatter of freshly tarred gravel on a thousand auto fenders. Telephones crackled and spluttered as the hungry hordes chewed at the insulation on the wires. For the cats of Mallee it was the chance of a lifetime. But the mousers were sated. With mice by the millions in the fields and roads, the cats merely brushed the mice out of their paths.
The musine inundation of the rich, rolling wheatlands 200 miles north of Melbourne began last fortnight with no more warning...
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