The Non-Insurgency

The mouse bit his lip. "that why you stopped? stopped so ... that i'd stop, too? dual stoppage?" "you are blabbing." "that's me. a regular blabber-mouse," he said quietly. "i see," was her response. her white waggle-ears waggling.

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Before The All-Dark

I leaned into the mouse at my side and let the warmth spread. if there had been a test, it would seem we'd passed. my feather _and_ my mouse had both found their way back to my side. "yes, sookahr." kwirk's eyes gleamed.

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Scurry-ful

And mouses ... what do mouses get?" she asked, considering. "mouses get ... mousey?" was the suggestion. "mm ... no, i fancy a different word than that." he considered.

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Five Things

The mouse exhaled deeply through the nose. and nodded quietly. aria fiddled. opened her mouth to speak. closed it. the mouse remaining wordless. staring at the wall. just staring, unblinking.

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Half Acre

The mouse's dishy ears perked and swivelled. his pulse quickened. "how big is an acre?" "what?" the mouse blinked. confused. "an acre. how big is an acre?"

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Not a Word

Cara saw the rabbit's eyes turn away from hers as they widened, like the mouse had somehow caught her naked or otherwise deeply vulnerable. her cheeks flushed brighter, but she didn't attempt to pull her hands away from the mouse's again.

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Where Courage Lies: The Lone Dragon

Rathian stared up at the mouse who had freed him. at first, he had been skeptical about his intentions, but not anymore. it was clear to him that whoever this mouse was the he meant him no harm.

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Daffodil Yellow

The prodigal mouse." "you are not," she stressed. "you're very delicate. very thoughtful. you are not a prodigal mouse." his whiskers twitched. "no?" "no.

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Welcome to GreenWood

The mouse replied in her subtle voice. "working, studying, the usual." the otter gave her a smile. "haven't had any dates or anything then?" a deep blush swiftly rose in the mouse girl's ears. "n-no." she stuttered. "c'mon, becky."

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The Friendly City

There were many mice here. field mice. church mice. many mice and rodents ... as was typical of rural regions. but, despite it, adelaide didn't feel singled out. didn't feel out of place. maybe that was because ... field radiated such love for her.

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Five Liters

"you have mouse blood streaming through your heart," aria whispered. "if that makes any difference to you." "mouse ... blood?"

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