“Yeah, we h-have mouses at our house too, I caught one hopping in our yard once.” The young boy exclaimed scratching his head vigorously. “I let them go at the real big rock by the creek, it’s fun to watch them hop around on the shore.” He said peering out the window. We pulled into his development and his expression changed completely. “What happened? What are they doing?” He said in a sad whimpering voice. A section of the woods had been completely demolished and trees strewn aside. The massive machines responsible lay deep in the soft mud. “I let the turtle I caught there this morning.” It looked as if he were at the point of tears, but was fighting the urge to cry. It touched me that this could make such an impression on the boy. He had a first hand experience of deforestation at such a young age.