Sugar Cream Pie
Though cicadas _will_ buzz your face and scream in your ears if you get too close," the harvest mouse said. charlie giggled. "bugs are so kinky!"
Happy Golden Days
"meadow and fib, harvest mouse mates, spend a snowy december evening keeping warm in their new house ... where things end up getting quite 'festive'." just a sweet, steamy holiday romance!
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!
Butterscotch
He was another harvest mouse, after all. _and we sorta ... i mean, i guess we love each other? we say it to each other, don't we? it's not just lip service._ there was no denying it.
Workplace Romp
The harvest mouse beamed. "good work, fib ... !" baxter was unimpressed. _that's way too easy. i bet he ripped that slogan off something else._ but at least the meeting was over.
Louder Than Words
The harvest mouse sniffled, rubbing at his twitchy, whiskery nose. "ugh." "you should take an anti-histamine." "i did." another sniffle. "i have been," he insisted, clearing his throat and gripping a spade.
Golden Guarantee
"on a warm, spring day, meadow the harvest mouse is greeted by yardwork, gourmet grilled cheese sandwiches, and tornado watches! not to mention amorous attentions from her loving mate fib." a (hopefully sweet!)
Give a Mouse a Cookie
The harvest mouse smiled and said, "well ... maybe." "they'd definitely choose me first," the otter said. "i'm more fun." fib rolled his eyes. "i have an emmy," he reminded. "you don't win those unless people _really_ love you."
Love Vibrations
"we'll probably make it into town for some of it," the harvest mouse continued. "the parade and the food. i'm not sure about the fireworks. that's awfully late." his whiskers twitched. "it'll be after ten by the time it's dark enough.
Party Animals
Ketchy blurted, "she's mated to a harvest mouse." adelaide lightly whacked the squirrel with a wing-arm. "oh? then she has impeccable taste." the bat allowed this. "true." "here.
Talk of the Town
Roanoke looked at the harvest mouse. emerson told him. "oh! that sounds good! can i have that, too?" "sure thing! yours will be out in just a minute, emerson." "thanks, mayor."
Broken & Mending
She was not a harvest mouse like meadow, that was clear. her fur was dark gold and brown like a dark ale not like meadow's wheat like gold. her paws were not pink and hairless but furred.