What do I see

Train rides are fun in the spring and the summer. When the wind blows in the spring, I stick my head out of the train window and wave to cattle and farmers as the train blows by them. One day the train broke down and I went to help the mechanic fix the engine. At the front of the train lay a dead church mouse. I buried it and wondered about it. Do mice believe in God? Do they acknowledge the existence of a divine creator? I wondered if the mouse was possessed by a demon that forced it to throw it's self under the train. Just then a mentally handicapped person yelled at me and I couldn't understand him. Later on I learned that he thought the particular way the sun shined on my face and neck was very flattering.