Personal Forecast
The male harvest mouse leaned in and kissed her cheek, his breath billowing visibly around her whiskers, making them glisten with condensation. he gave her gloved paws a squeeze.
Mousewife
“it's just kinda … well … " the harvest mouse fumbled for a second. “lame?" with fib's salary, she didn't even _need_ to work. he had assured her as much.
Standing O
The harvest mouse blushed and stopped. "we have several weather awards to give out, so let 'em rain!
Snowed In With You
The two harvest mice were snug and warm, golden in color and comfort. fib had safely arrived at meadow's house a few hours earlier, where he was going to stay for the weekend.
In With a Bang
"during a wintry polar vortex, meadow the harvest mouse celebrates new year's eve with her friends and her mate, the latter of whom helps her turn the calendar with a bang." one final story for the year, just in time!
Best in Show
The golden harvest mouse, walking a few paces back from the other couple, looked to adelaide, and asked, "was the basketball game really rigged?" "oh, field, you're so innocent," ketchy said, overhearing him.
Here Comes the Sun
Meadow, a harvest mouse, accidentally sees more of a tall, handsome okapi than she should while at a sparsely-populated gym, and the accidental exposure becomes a springboard for passion.
Joyride
“guess us harvest mice are more than just cute lays.” “i dunno about _thaaat_,” charlie drawled, reaching into her pocket and pulling something out. “ta-da!” “now, who’s being sensible?”
Pounce Worthy
The harvest mouse blinked. “oops! heh. here, lemme kiss it better,” charlie said, padding toward him. “i think i’ll live.
Mid-Mouse Crisis
The petite, gold-and-cream harvest mouse was holding her phone in front of her face. tilting her muzzle this way and that. petra, her rat co-worker, squinted from her separate desk. “takin’ selfies?”
Day For Night
Meadow, a female harvest mouse, attends a cousin's wedding and meets a tall, dark stranger. _i hate weddings._ _but i love croquembouche!
One of a Kind
But harvest mice-" "sleep in oversized tulips an' swing from licorice trees with their tails," petra teased. "an' their address is somewhere on candy cane lane. right?" meadow blushed.