Forgotten Gods Epilogue: Spark of Life
The mouse wrinkled the soft, pale grey fur of her brow in confusion, but he was already moving swiftly towards the door.
Shiny Pennies on Parade
"a mouse?!" super c shrieked. "a mouse ... el raton es loco! es malo! no bueno para mi!" and she ran at them with her umbrella, swinging it. going for ma (as ma was the nearest). swing, swing ... swing!
Where the Marrow Should Be
Field mouse?" the mouse gave a weak ... shrug. "i think you're cute," she confessed (whispering it as if ... it were a secret). a giggle. "and i bet you're smart, too." "no ... " "mm-hmm ... hey, i'm telepathic, mousey.
Waiting for Thunder
But that was the problem, wasn't it: there no was no medicine in the universe that could de-mouse a mouse. no matter how many 'happy drugs' you injected into a mouse's blood, you weren't going to change the fact that he was, in the end, what he was.
While We Decompress
"all mice are like that. every mouse i've met ... field, chester ... i don't understand how they do it. mice, i mean. how they ... are so innocent. their anxiety. you see the terror in their eyes, sometimes. you feel sorry for them.
No Capes.
Matchstick-mouse, perhaps?' 'ignition!' the mouse squeaked as he leaped up, fists clenched, igniting into flame as he struck after her.
The Lead Crown, Ch 4.6 Malcom
The mouse stood, "oh... of course!"
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.
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.
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.
Deciphering The Past - 07 - On Your Marks
They drive back to static's house around six o'clock and to their surprises, the mouse is not tired one bit. in fact, all this training made him even more energetic. "hey static?
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?"