Narnia Mouse Novels & Stories

I’d have gladly walked into its yawning gullet at that moment. “It’s a very interesting book, Doon,” continued Maurice. “It’s the story of Muad’Dib, the mouse that hides from the sun and travels in the cool night.” “Sounds a bit boring,” said Flossie. “Do you think we could delay this week’s Book Club until we get out of this mess?” I requested in my most reasonable voice. Stay calm, wait for first light, and then make our way back to the lake, possibly to drown myself and get it all over with. “Just keep quiet and don’t make any sudden movements.”

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?”

sound in her ear, which sounded like the cry of some kind of animal. An Taotao subconsciously turned around and found that there were more than twenty black mice running into the glass greenhouse. They kept screaming, and adzuki bean eyes kept turning as if they were looking for something to eat. Every black mouse is very fat, as if they are not afraid of people at all. They lift their small noses and sniff around. It didn't take long for them to climb in the direction where Antaotao is.

A kind of communication which Bal and her friends could only understand. “Squeak! Squeak!” Bal couldn't help but smile seeing the two black mice running on her way. They were even fighting whoever could stand on her hands first. “Hey. I'm sorry if it took me a little longer just to get down. This place is kinda lit—” Kaylon paused upon seeing the two huge mice, like the size of a kitten in both of Bal's hands, staring at him directly. Thier gazw were piercing like they're trying to read his inner thoughts and soul. A protective family to be exact.

He patted his shirt above his heart as if he needed to indicate precisely where he intended to keep the little fellow. Corey picked up a clean quill from off of the table and began to twirl it absently in his lithe fingers. “It’s a mouse, Mr. Waddlebug,” he reminded his companion. “Whatever would you want with a pet mouse?” “Plenty,” the elf assured him. “And this one is quite special. I swear he is trying to speak to me.” Laughing, Corey shook his head dismissively. “You sound almost as off-balance as the young lady we are waiting to hear from.”

“You know, meow, long tail, purrs. Domesticated house animal. Pet.” “I have seen them,” Niarthen frowned. “I think. But I do not think that this is domesticated. Be wary…” He reached out, his hand on her shoulder starting to pull her back. A rat leaped out snarling, and Lyric shrieked, throwing her stone at it with all her strength. There was a crack, as the stone struck the rat, snapping its back, but the rat did not appear to notice, dragging itself along by its front paws, it’s yellowed teeth bared and gnashing.

This is surely going to escalate, especially now that my body's growing warm to the nasty thoughts I have in mind. ‘Run Claire. Get out of here!’ my innervoice urges me to move and my limbs listen. I jump down the counter, but before I can even take a step, Scott grabs my waist, bringing me so close to him that our breaths mix. He stares at me with an expression that tells me he knows why I'm running away. “Where are you off to, Mouse,?” “Sh-shower, I–I need to shower,” I quickly reply, surprised by how quick I answered.

He managed to break free from the mouse, but the mouse jumped up and now perched on his back. Luna laughed at John. Instead of helping, this girl witnessed her husband, who was now trying to save himself from the rats. John managed to hold the mouse. He was silent when he saw Luna laughing. "Is it funny to you?" Luna stopped laughing instantly. She immediately took the quilt and lay down while covering her body with the quilt. Upset that Luna laughed at him, John now puts a mouse on top of Luna's body. Luna was surprised to feel the movement of the mouse above her body. The mouse's voice is now clearly heard as the mouse walks towards its head. This girl woke up soon. She screamed when she s

“Aren’t they beautiful? They can be deadly, just like me.” Little Mouse shivered and pressed her lips together, trying to hold back tears. “Please… I don’t want to see them,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “Trust me, Little Mouse. You need to see this,” I replied, enjoying the way she squirmed in my grip. “And over here, look!” I dragged her to another corner where a large tank held spiders, their legs moving gracefully. “These little creatures can be fascinating. Just one bite, and you could be out for days.”

Who I was just inside of. This was not good. "Very observant Marcus." Behind the counter Remi was dying. I could feel her shaking with silent laughter. "I heard voices," Marcus said. Still facing the wall. "Pipper said you were talking to someone." "The mouse." "You were talking to a mouse." "Big mouse. Deserves conversation. Lonely creature probably." "Uncle Nero." His voice was strained. "Are you. Yourself? Is the venom affecting your mind?" "I should help you catch it—"