Novel & Cerita Baju Novel Mice

Mia got dressed. Although she was a 6th former and anything smart casual was allowed, today she was in what she liked to think of as school-chic. She put on her plain white bra, a smart white shirt in soft cotton, her snug white panties with a white lace lining, white ankle length socks, a black tailored jacket and black flat shoes. She sprayed her favourite perfume on her wrists, neck and throat and was ready to face the rest of the day. She smiled contentedly to herself in the mirror.

Not because she was doing the laundry (I’m not that sexist), not even because she was wearing a long yellow skirt, like a sarong (men wear them, too), but because of the six breasts on her chest. The others all sat up and gawked. We were far enough away, and the foliage on the island was thick enough that she couldn’t see us unless she had a really good look. Still, I think we all felt like it would be best to keep as quiet as possible. “Actually,” said Dudley in hushed tones, “I’d say more likely a mouse-woman.” “How can you tell?” Maurice whispered back. “Mice have longer snouts, and their ears are bigger in proportion to their head. In addition to which, rats have naked, scaly tails. That

a voice jolted me back to reality. Turning back to the box, I began unraveling its contents. Inside was another note: “For my little mouse.” Beneath the layers of packaging lay a golden, sparkling dress. It was breathtaking—delicate and meticulously crafted. Alongside it were matching golden shoes and a strap handbag. I felt like a queen, no—better than a queen.

she screamed, scrambling backward and almost falling off the mattress. Three tiny creatures stared at her—three mice, standing upright on their hind legs. One wore a tiny blue waistcoat, another a yellow frock, and the third had a pair of miniature spectacles perched on his snout. “Excuse me, young lady,” said the plump one in the blue waistcoat, puffing out his chest indignantly. “We are mice, not rats.” The one in the yellow dress clasped her paws together. “Good heavens, Erella, you’re shaking! Are you still unwell?”