The Blood Moon Ascendance
J.D Petersmom said it's my turni can't believe my little sister is this cutewhen mama told me when i was young
I watched, intrigued, as it darted back and forth in front of me, its tiny body a blur of motion.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" I asked, leaning forward in anticipation. "Is there something else you want to say?"
The mouse nodded eagerly, its whiskers twitching with excitement. With a sense of determination, it scampered over to a nearby patch of grass, where it began to perform a series of... dances? Exercise? No, pantomimes!
At first, I struggled to make sense of its movements, but as I watched more closely, a pattern began to emerge. It seemed as though the mouse was trying to convey a message – a message of urgency and importance.