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