Mickey Mouse in the Public Domain - Chapter 1
Mickey mouse turned around to face the long-eared form of oswald the lucky rabbit.
Evening with Friends
Evening with friends by vikky mouse as the movie faded out into the closing credits vikky let out a pleased sigh. "that was pretty good," the mouse said, pulling her glasses from her nose and giving them a brisk cleaning.
Heartbeat
"and, hey, i'm a mouse, so ... i know a bit about the scurry-scurry." he blinked. "having all that energy. anxious or otherwise. just ... energy. i'm a mouse, so i know," she admitted, "how it feels.
Our Amber Art
"hi," the mouse mimicked, eying her. "um ... " " ... perry," she whispered. "can i come in?" the mouse nodded quietly. "of course." he stepped aside, and allowed the skunk to move past him.
Race Weekend
Like, i know there are different kinds of mice. most of the mice around here seem to be field and deer mice." "i'm an indiana bat. actual species. we're ... somewhat endangered, i guess you could say."
Big Springs
"a mouse telling a mouse to calm down? please ... " a sigh. "perry, i got other things to do, okay? so ... if there's nothing else but mansion-watching, then i'll ... " "like what? do what?" "i gotta walk home. be with my mate."
In the Pale Moonlight
They were quiet this time. As they walked. They whispered to each other, had some hushed conversations, but they were careful to stay in the shadows. Out of the pale moonlight. Though, every few steps, one of them would step into it. By accident. Or...
Ebb and Flow
She started stuffing things into azure's backpack, including his mouse plush, and some books. "but at least we'll see them coming." she zipped the pack closed and tossed it to him.
Happy Teeth
"does the mouses," she asked, her accent heavy, "wash with salt-water rinse? daily?" "uh ... " "one does not want the mouses to have gingivitis." a purring sound. more poking and prodding of the mouse's teeth. it hurt! a bit ... anyway.
Something Fire-Like
But how could the mouse protect when he was the one that needed protecting? and these haunted halls seemed to whisper poetry to the back of the mind. things liks ... oh, mouse, oh mouse ... blow hard, and let the water burn!
The Project
The mouse folded her arms about her staff, leaning forward.
What Kind of Force
Contest me, mouse," she assured, "and i will win." "so, i'm just 'mouse' ... you can't call me by my name? we were intimate, advent. i ... i'm just 'mouse' to you?"