Narnia Mouse Novels & Stories

One might say no one could be so proud. The little girl was about to cry, but the professor put his hand on her shoulder and reassured her with the following words: “Miss Elizabeth, you should never be bothered by wicked remarks. And you ... I tell you she is right and I t-t-tell you why. This mouse is not an o-o-ordinary one, it is the f-f-fire mouse. And after he is killed by the v-v-viper, he has one last we-we-weapon. When swallowed by the s-s-snake, it k-k-kills the snake too.”

She has a feeling that there must be a story behind that. “What?” Mouse lets out a sigh. “Turn around.” She is confused, but does as he asks, facing the other side. She waits a few seconds before asking, “Can I—” Mighty lets out a snort, and she is interrupted by a squeak. “Yes, you can,” Mighty says. Raven's eyes widen in disbelief as she turns to be met with the sight of an actual mouse sitting on the spot Mouse once was, his large clothes beneath it.

Lily didn't understand why the two of them were laughing, but feeling like she was being tricked, she turned around angrily and walked forward. Elias called out, "I'm not fooling you. Actually, it's not the yellow flowers, but in this forest, there are some insects that specialize in eating raw meat. It's hidden under big flowers, not tiny flowers like that." Elias laughed again, and Venn laughed with his master's cheerfulness. Amity watched the prince's figure from afar. It's really been a long time since the prince had such a happy moment. The grip of the throne, the hostility of Prince Douglas, made the prince's heart harden, gradually forgetting this simple and ordinary joy.

It was really starting to look like his loss, then he suddenly had an idea. The crowd watched the elephant chase after Waramaki for more than a minute and then it suddenly started moving in a frenzy as if it was backing away from something. Most people could see it with their naked eyes but the cameras were able to capture the appearance of a mouse in the arena, snowy white with a pinkish nose and inner ears.

“Show yourself.” ‎ ‎From the shadows, a small figure waddled into the candlelight. My jaw dropped. A mouse. A plain, tiny mouse with twitching whiskers. ‎ ‎I blinked, then let out a sharp laugh. “You too, huh? Got trapped in here with me?” ‎ ‎The mouse sat up on its hind legs and… chuckled. “Trapped? Oh no. I’m not trapped at all.” ‎ ‎I froze again. My brain scrambled to catch up. “Did… did you just talk?”

Who knows what will happen when the ancient dead awaken? A small squeak in the corner of my hideout draws my attention. I knew the mouse was there since entering. No, I will not lick my lips. With a pounce, I capture the creature in one hand. I can see and feel it panicking between my claws. I lift it up by the tail and open my jaws. It's tiny dark eyes stare into mine-his with fright, mine with relish. Without thinking, I plop it on my tongue and close my jaws. I can't crunch it even though I'm hungry. The thing wiggles, and its little feet scratch. I just need to swallow, and I try. No way.

After that, flame-toothed gophers stuck out their heads one after another, and they were either looking in Sebastian's direction or Yohan's. The densely packed mouse heads slightly bobbed, and the sight was frightening. When Caspian saw it, he could not help but feel disgusted. Then, he turned to Heidi and Nana. They were quite calm before, but they were also frowning now. It was obvious that hundreds of plump, giant mice huddling together was a nauseating sight.

she said. I scoffed, " But that's exactly what you're doing. How hypocritical. Please move" I said again. One of the boys beside her snorted, " The little mouse is trying to grow wings. Don't bite more than you can chew" he warned. I laughed, " Um..first of all, a mouse can't grow wings and secondly, I'm not biting anything" I said and gently shoved him away from my locker.

"I think I could live here happily with Petra." Petra scoffs loudly. "You were not invited to live here." I cannot help but giggle at Petra. I was hoping that she would play along with my bluff. Osiris is looking at me with a gleam in his eye. He knows that I was bluffing. "Are you ready to go home, Mighty Mouse?" He says. “Yes,” I huff. I hand my yarn and knitting needles to Petra, but she waves me off. “Keep them,” she says quietly. “You made need them one day.”