Council of Assassins: The begining [wip]
Her eyes landed on a small gray mouse. she narrowed her eyes. "very funny!" shadow growled at the mouse. she knew the device, it was the council's way to communicate to their assassions when in the field. no one would expect a toy mouse.
Cinderfella, Chapter 3: More Chores
"vayamos amigos," speedy said to the other mice, "let's help pepito get all this laundry done." at that, all the mice and some of the birds were helping pepito hang up wet laundry and neatly fold up dry laundry.
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.
The Lead Crown, Ch 4.6 Malcom
The mouse stood, "oh... of course!"
No Capes.
Matchstick-mouse, perhaps?' 'ignition!' the mouse squeaked as he leaped up, fists clenched, igniting into flame as he struck after her.
Your Appetite, Darling
Like ... " " ... like a crazy-mouse?" "like a passion-filled mouse. who is so consumed with desire that his fingers and toes tingle," she breathed. ross swallowed, squeaking. "they are ... tingling," he said, swallowing again.
An Exponential Noon
I see mice. you are not the only one here." "they might be mouses, but ... city mouses? no such thing." "then what are city-dwelling mice called ... if not mice?" a cheeky smile. "rats." she eye-smiled back at him.
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."
Dullie And The Piper
Dullie mouse sighed deeply. "mon dieu... thinking back upon it; i don't believe me." the little church mouse dressed in his best vest and cap looked around the bar at the other patrons; all were rats.
The Line Of Life Or Death - Chapter Two - Watch Your Fingers
The shadow slowly started turning when i saw the mouse wrap her fingers around the wall and peek her head out.
The Tale of Teàrlach Part 4
It was an old, greying mouse. he really wasn't anything special; light brown fur covered his body, though his muzzle was nearly completely white as a pair of mud brown eyes rested in his skull. "i'm father aldred," the mouse continued, "and you are?"
Maximilian's Odyssey
A young, pretty mouse holding a baby in her arms, smiling. a little mouse playing on a driftwood log lapped by the late-tide beach waves, his mother on the sand nearby.