Mouse Your House
He's also a harvest mouse. an eternal optimist and diy nerd, he is tasked with construction and electrical work. "all the rooms are like this." edina looks to the camera and sighs. "we're gonna need more paint."
Twice as Mice
But since she and the older harvest mouse had become mates, she'd moved in with him next door. she still worked for her aunt and uncle, though.
3.5 - Afterimage
Come 'ere ... " the harvest mouse shook his big-eared head. "yes," kody insisted, pulling field into his lap. "someone will see ... " "are you embarrassed to be this close to me?" the rabbit whispered. "no. i ...
Extension of You
In front of a painterly backdrop of alfalfa fields and telephone lines, the harvest mouse glanced over his golden-furred shoulder.
Melt Away
He was a purebred harvest mouse, pelt soft and short, the color of a ripened wheat field in mid-summer. hence his name. field. being born to a farming family had played a part in that, too.
4.3 - Gone Rogue
It was driving the harvest mouse mad. field whined weakly, nose and whiskers tingling. he rocked his whole body against her. close. so close! his mouse-hood sizzling like a lightning rod, he didn't bother to pace himself.
Across the Street
"meadow, the female harvest mouse, goes to a restaurant with some friends on a snowy night. when things don't work out, she settles at the bar and makes a new friend.
Roadside Attraction
A big, sprawling gathering of harvest mouses. it was some kind of adorable when there were so many in the same place, she had to admit. but even cuteness had its limits. and she normally overdosed after an hour or so.
The More the Merrier
"um ... " bread crumbs tumbled off the golden-furred harvest mouse's whiskers. "what?" he echoed. "well, we've been meaning to, haven't we?" the bronze-and-silver fox squirrel asked excitedly, sitting up straight.
Famous Last Words
She observed, of the bat's harvest mouse mate. adelaide winked. the girls giggled loudly, drawing the confused stare of a chipmunk who'd come in to use the computers. they piped back down. ketchy squinted at said chipmunk. chipmunks.
Winning Play
"meadow and fib, harvest mouse mates, have a little super bowl party with meadow's friends, while baxter the otter 'scores' in a very non-sports related way."
Every Time We Eat Out
The golden harvest mouse wriggled under the booth, to his paws and knees. it was dim under here, and there was gum underneath the tabletop, but he could see well enough. everything important.