Mouse Names Novels & Stories

The mice were all jumping up and down now, gesturing at the letter, squeaking, and a few of them began to run about as if they simply could no longer contain themselves. Serendipity looked at the letter again. “I certainly don’t see his name anywhere,” she muttered. “But then, Mr. Cane wouldn’t know his name, now would he? Even if I mentioned it, he probably wouldn’t remember…. So, what must it say?” She glanced through the words again, and then, finally, on the fourth or fifth try, she realized that word--the one that started with an “m” a few lines in--that word wasn’t “mose” or “moose” or “mo-use” as she had tried on the other occasions--it was “mouse!” Her eyes wide, Serendipity exclaime

I say, she looks up just for a second, nods her head yes and goes back to hiding. "Do you have an extra mouse we can borrow?" I ask next knowing that would be the best chance to have them make up. "Yeah I have one" Adam says, Mia's eyes followed him through to the other room, he came back with a mouse stuffed toy, he offered her the stuffy, she extended her hand for the stuffy but wasn't ready to move forward and take it.

By matching the colours of the posters to the map, you could tell where each creature could be found. I couldn’t take it all in. What did it mean? Why hadn’t he told us about this? The poster with a mouse on it had the number 100 on it. “The mouse is worth a 100 chobs?” I asked. Grayson opened one of the books and started writing in it. “Oh no. A regular mouse warrior is 100 bits. But the mouse king, that’s a special reward. 500 bits.” After scrabbling around trying to get a few chobs together, suddenly we had 500 bits.

- We only have Metaxa, it is unlikely that you will like it. Keith sits down to stroke his prominent forehead, silky ears and plump back. Roswo's coat was rough... like wire... And the spaniel's coat was soft, like Tapi's curls. Hank squats beside him and their fingers touch, caressing the big-eared bum. — Church! Don't bother people, shameless! calls the old man. “Run to the master, baby…” says Kitty and the chocolate dog rushes away, and she swallows welled tears, turning away so that her companion does not notice them. But he still notices when they are directly under the light of the lantern.

I pull my hand back to search, but the wolf starts back up again. "Give me a moment, alright?" I shoo him off and he plops down with his head down. "Angus, Apollo, Archie, Ash, Axel, Baxter, Bingo, Bruce, Bruno, Champ, Charlie, Chester, Chip, Coco, Dexter, Duke, Eddie, Felix, Frankie, Freddy, George, Griffin, Hunter, Kane, King, Lenny, Logan, Marty, Max, Milo, Nelson, Noah, Ollie, Oscar, Ozzy, Peanut, Pepper, Prince, Rambo, Rocco, Romeo, Sam, Scooby, Scout, Simba, Snoopy, Spencer, Spike, Spot, Tucker, Walter, Woody," I skip over the names as quickly as I can. I know for a fact I won't use common names, whether the wolf likes it or not.

At that, they call the bartender, and he makes quick work of making their drinks and serving them. They down their first round together and loosen up a bit, with their second glasses in hand when Raven speaks. “So, Mouse, indulge me, why is a big muscular guy like you called ‘mouse?’” she asks with a stifled giggle, her head a little light from the drink. Mighty is the first to let out a guffaw. “That one is funny.” Mouse lets out a scoff, smacking Mighty’s head, “Shut up.” Raven looks between the two men, confused. She has a feeling that there must be a story behind that.

"Such a big one. It's a wolf leader!" "It's even at the Martial Emperor level. If this wolf's skin and inner core were sold on the black market, they could probably be sold for a lot of money." Everyone was amazed, especially Yasir. At that time, he did not have time to think. He pulled out a Bone Penetrating Nail and hit the wolf leader's head. The Bone Penetrating Nail was a secret weapon exclusive to the Mouse Sect. It was shaped like a nail, but it was much larger than an ordinary nail. There were some barbs at the tip.

Darrion looked worried. Then, another joined in. It was the other pet, a Mousling. This pet is a bigger version of mouse, but its body was rounder and it had a long and bushy ringtail. This Mousling’s tail, however, was wrapped in bandage, also with its left foot.

"Registering everyone's scent makes it easier for me to know who's before me" "So...you... didn't necessarily...see me that night and now?" "Busted" he smiled. His eyes were fixed on me, his eyeballs were moving, and he could blink... "You're lying, Luca." I failed to believe this man could not see me in front of him. "Sometimes, I don't believe it myself." "You know your way, you walk without directions, you don't ask for help..." "I am not human, Mousey. I have ten times the ability humans possess. I sense objects around me, heavy or light, I smell pain, fear, lies, and happiness. I know where to turn to if anyone stands before me..."