2.4 - Blind
A disinterested look traced the grey wolf's brow as he stared at the food processor. It was almost midnight. Wasn't really hungry, to be honest, but he had an appetite. Probably because he was alone. And bored. He was having trouble fitting in...
2.2 - Nose of Truth
"Wasps are very aggressive, very territorial by nature, and view 'warm bloods' as lesser life-forms," Pyro began, raggedly, having everyone's undivided attention. Wren and Rella, unable to get to sickbay in a timely fashion (primary power was still...
2.1 - Decompression
The squirrel knew it was a slow day when she, of all furs, was assigned to head 'trade meetings'. Like this one. Something about ... oh, yeah. Plasma. Part of an engine's lifeblood. " ... that's our main need right now. So ... " "You need seven...
Extension of You
In front of a painterly backdrop of alfalfa fields and telephone lines, the harvest mouse glanced over his golden-furred shoulder. Off to the west, where all harbingers came from, the pristine evening was coming to an end: a wall cloud, dark and...
Pure Shooter
It was a Thursday night, ninety minutes before game-time, maybe a little less. Victor, the star player of the Indianapolis Racers, sat on a polished, wooden bench beneath the fluorescent locker room lights. He took a deep breath and unzipped his...
Wrapped In a Bow
Forgetting, for the moment, that it was pitch-black and frightfully cold outside, three degrees above zero (without the wind chill) and icily approaching midnight, with the naked trees starkly swaying. Paying it no heed. The bashful mouse, safe...
Adorned
" ... naw wriggles yer tay-ul! Da!" Wide-eyed chittering. And, soon, her little, winged arms were flapping, delicate paws a-grabbing. Grappling. Full of motion. As if trying to lasso in that spoken-of tail, like a rope, like a thing to be hugged and...
Stirring the Embers
Outside, all through the pasture-laden countryside, a slate-grey permeated, seeping into the woods and descending upon the creek. A deepening cadet-blue spawning twilight layers of moody clouds in the sky, high up, at the zenith. It was a chilly,...
The Mouse Days of Summer
Sweat-drops weighing down his whisker-tips, Field gave a brief back-step, a sort of half-scurry, with his bare foot-paws kicking up alfalfa and straw-dust, swirling the golden motes within the beams of sun-setting light that were slanting in through...
There She Goes
A scurry-ful step-stepping, with a string of soft squeaks, as the mouse started to cross the street. But, suddenly, he was stopped in place! Held back! All wide-eyed and whisker-twitching, looking around. To the side. Left, and then the right. And then...
Speak Again Unhindered
She twitched alert, with a squeaky, tail-flagging suddenness. Her bare, average breasts moving just a bit, with subtle gravity. With her change of position. As she raised her head and shoulders. Using her elbows as props. Her foot-paws stretching and...
Let the Bed-Bat Bite
Twilight had fallen, cool, starry, the deepest of blues, and full of creek-frog and mockingbird-sounds. The mouse had spent all day staking apple trees, straightening them, keeping them from getting too 'top-heavy.' From falling over. Staking,...