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Mr. Jingles is a mouse in the The Green Mile. Both the guards and the prisoners become attached to the mouse. When Percy Wetmore kills him by crushing him with his boots, John Coffey resurrects him. Paul Edgecomb takes care of him since. Some sixty-four years after the events recounted by Paul Edgcomb, Mr. Jingles is still alive, leading Paul to wonder how much longer he will continue to live.
Towards the end of the novel, Mr. Jingles dies and Paul only notices this after caretaker Brad Dolan points it out to him
Quote (from the movie by the same name)[]
- "I think Mr. Jingles happened by accident. I think when we electrocuted Del, and it all went so badly... well, John can feel that you know... and I think a part of... whatever magic was inside of him just lept through my tiny friend here. As for me, John had to give me a part of himself; a gift the way he saw it, so that I could see for myself what Wild Billy had done. When John did that; when he took my hand, a part of the power that worked through him spilled into me. Elaine Connelly: He... what? He infected you with life? Old Paul Edgecomb: That's as good a word as any. He infected us both, didn't he, Mr. Jingles? With life. I'm a hundred and eight years old, Elaine. I was forty-four the year that John Coffey walked the Green Mile. You mustn't blame John. He couldn't help what happened to him... he was just a force of nature. Oh I've lived to see some amazing things Elly. Another century come to past, but I've... I've had to see my friends and loved ones die off through the years... Hal and Melinda... Brutus Howell... my wife... my boy. And you Elaine... you'll die too, and my curse is knowing that I'll be there to see it. It's my atonement you see; it's my punishment, for letting John Coffey ride the lightning; for killing a miracle of God. You'll be gone like all the others. I'll have to stay. Oh, I'll die eventually, that I'm sure. I have no illusions of immortality, but I will wished for death... long before death finds me. In truth, I wish for it already."
- ―Old Paul Edgecomb