The Stowaway

This little guy joined us on our little fishing trip the other night. He didn't make his presence known until we were nearly back to the bank where we keep the canoe. I begged him to stay, that we weren't far from his home and possibly his family, but nothing doing. He jumped. I thought he was committing suicide, but Tom reassured me that mice are good swimmers. Sure enough we watched until he safely reached the bank. Do you think he'll have found his way back home? (It wasn't too far off from where he jumped and he swam to the right side of the creek.) Oh, I hope so.