Standing O

It was Friday, just before noon. "You're all set," Meadow said, handing the patient an appointment card and a complimentary toothbrush. The harvest mouse flashed a golden, bucktoothed smile. "We'll see you in six months!" The patient, an older...

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Top to Bottom

Kyler closed his helmet visor. He stared forward, rocking back and forth. Slow, deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the maw. On the count of three: one ... two ... three! The otter launched off the block. He crossed the timing line,...

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The Squirrel Next Door

Arms crossed, Emerson surveyed a field of wheat. In the late-afternoon light, the flat, golden vista bore a similar hue to his fur. The harvest mouse closed his blue eyes, listening to the crop rustle and sway in the breeze. _Is this what the ocean...

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Snowed In With You

"It's your week to do the dishes," Petra called from the kitchen. "Don't think I'm gonna do 'em just cause they're pilin' up! I've already started the laundry _and_ I'm going to the store. I'm not bleedin' Cinderella, you know. Even if I am friends...

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Squirrel Sutra

"What's on next?" Kody asked, bringing a big bowl of popcorn into the living room. The white-and-black Himalayan rabbit plonked himself down on the couch beside his mate, leaning back and propping his big, furry feet on the coffee table. "Gymnastics,"...

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Peachy Keen

"Saw your bosom buddy on the news this morning." Meadow blinked. "My _who_?" "Your big-titted capy friend," Petra said, flicking on the office lights. The plain brown rat then went to the central air controls, turning the cooling unit back on. It was...

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Give a Mouse a Cookie

The piebald rat behind the camera held up a furless, pink paw. Then four clawed fingers. Then three. Two. One. The red light on the camera activated. They were on-air. "Thanks, Opal and JR," the handsome red panda with the microphone (Channel 13...

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Sugar Cream Pie

It was very early morning, a Saturday. Last weekend of July. The peak of summer. The rising sun, a perfect blood orange just above the horizon, became paler and whiter as it ascended into the clear, blue sky. This caused the long, lingering shadows to...

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True Colors

Rikki put aside a navy-blue fountain pen, having just signed another proclamation. _Hmm ..._ What if he started calling them 'executive orders?' That sounded _way_ more important. _I mean ..._ Technically, they _were_ orders, and he _was_ an...

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4.3 - Pretty Eyes

On an asteroid depot, beneath the surface in an abandoned mine shaft, a meeting took place. "We require information," stressed a figure from the shadows. Aurora, sitting in the light, feigned indifference. The mouse inspected her claws and replied,...

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Best Frenemies

"E-sports," Baxter said with a heavy sigh. "That's what it's come to." "Mm?" went Fib, only vaguely paying attention. How long had Baxter been sitting there? Five minutes? Ten? Didn't he have anything better to do? "'It's the wave of the future,...

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Entrance Poll

"Field, if you open that door _one_ more time ... " The harvest mouse, peering into the dark November chill, re-adjusted his muzzle mask and called over his shoulder, "I thought I heard something!" _Like a car, maybe? Like crusaders for democracy,...

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