4

The mouse frowned up at the unconscious girl. He’d only said hello. She’d stepped on him, and that had caused her to fall. He’d only wanted to apologize for being in the way. Though Les didn’t know it, the mouse lived in the cottage and watched her when she came. To be quite honest, the mouse had become quite fond of the girl, and enjoyed her presence when she visited. She was, after all, the only human interaction he had anymore.

The girl began to stir again, so the mouse crept closer to her, he crawled over the beam and sat on the girl’s chest, waiting for her to open her eyes. Slowly the girl did open her eyes, and brought herself into focus. Her brow knit as she focused on the mouse.

“Don’t be afraid.” He said. “I mean you no harm, young one.”

The girl just blinked in reply. What do you say to a mouse that speaks to you, telling you to not be afraid? Instead, she continued to stare at the mouse, barely breathing, and thinking; how can this be. As she stared she began to notice things. Things such as; the mouse’s trousers and sport coat. This talking mouse was dressed.