In With a Bang
It was New Year's Eve, late-afternoon, and the sun was steadily sinking toward the horizon. As she got out of her car, garage door still open, Meadow squeaked. The snow and wind whipped at her face, reaching inside to stab at her. _There's no...
Mouse Your House: Yuletide Edition
_Tick, tick, tick...
Beaver Fever
"Welp! Another show in the books!" Mandy said. The palomino mare leaned toward her microphone. "What a week, huh?" "I think this was one of our better ones," a grey squirrel insisted, sitting a few feet away. "Weeks or shows?" "Why not both?" "You...
Golden Guarantee
**3:50 AM** Meadow woke up. To buzzing. And music. **Bzzz!** 'The _sun_ is _shining_ in the _sky_! There _ain't_ a _cloud_ in _sight_!' **Bzzz!** 'It's stopped _rain_ing, _every_body's in the play! And don't you _know_, it's a _beaut_iful new...
Party Animals
Ketchy shuffled back to the bedroom, eyes half-open. 7:04. In the _morning._ The bronze and silver-speckled fox squirrel sighed, flopping face-first onto her side of the bed. The alarm on her phone was set for 7:45. Gave her an hour to eat and...
Talk of the Town
Emerson, in bed, in the dark, rolled from one side to another, suddenly awake. The harvest mouse sighed. _It's my turn, isn't it?_ He was a light sleeper to begin with. Unlike Charlie, his mate. (The fox squirrel could sleep through almost...
Blind Spots
Raven sighed, flapping her lips. The black-maned, chestnut-brown horse glanced at the time. 11:59. Nearly midnight. She'd been at the drug store since 4, mostly behind the front register. The branch she worked for, on a street corner in downtown...
Four's Company
"What about these?" Adelaide asked. The pink-furred bat stopped at a rotating display of seed packets, spinning it around. Field's big, dishy ears perked, and he pushed the rickety shopping cart over to his mate. They were in the garden center at...
Snooze Button
Emerson was up before his alarm. When you were a farmer, you rose with the sun. Day after day, season after season. Call it instinct or muscle memory, but his body had developed a routine. The golden-furred harvest mouse yawned, fighting some...
Winning Play
"Ever seen a tornado in person?" Juniper asked Fib from the other side of the couch. While waiting for an answer, the bendy, mahogany-and-white weasel scooted closer to the harvest mouse. It was a cold night in early February. The Super Bowl...
Busy Season
** September 1st** It was ten minutes until opening time. "Gather around, cherubs!" said Coriander, chipper as always. "Back here, hurry up!" The short, aging chipmunk, who claimed to be 'on the younger side of old,' served as the default manager...
Butterscotch
"And, with a last look at the weather, let's go back to Fib," said the co-anchor, a gregarious Jersey cow. She looked off-camera and batted her doe-like eyes. "Thanks, Opal," the male harvest mouse said. The view switched to him. He flashed a winning,...