Best Frenemies
The harvest mouse didn't really hate anyone, really. but something about baxter _really_ got on his nerves ... baxter began tossing an apple up and down like a baseball. it made a light 'smack' each time it hit his webbed paw.
3.7 - Lightning in a Snow Storm
The harvest mouse twitched a bit, being reminded of that. he tried not to think about it. his voice, as always, was soft and effeminate, "i'm not justifying what they're doing. i'm just trying to read the situation from both sides."
Seven Days
It belonged to a male harvest mouse. his pelt was golden, butterscotch. like ripened wheat.
Pink Noise
Standing behind the harvest mouse, the pink-furred bat whispered something into his ear. field nodded at his mate's advice. "this is between him an' me, addie," brizz insisted. "i'm just here to keep you honest," adelaide told her father.
Two Lips
Peering out the screen door on the back porch, the pink bat could see the golden-furred harvest mouse flipping through a plant catalogue. they'd gotten it in the mail yesterday. "i'm looking at flowers," field explained.
4.5 - Such Good Luck
The harvest mouse arched his whole body, bumping his hips against hers, grindingly, and putting his paws against her pink-furred belly. he rubbed his fingers through her pelt. she was pregnant, of course.
Squirrel Sutra
He was a harvest mouse. "why are mice so good at that? it's an all-mouse matchup for the gold tomorrow." "i think it was the high dive." "you _think_?" "what's the difference between the platform and that bouncy board?" ketchy snerked.
Bedroom Heist
The gold-and-cream harvest mouse, warm and wholesome as the ripened summer wheat, gripped the steering wheel, looking down the road. no one was coming. no hurry.
3.4 - No Hiding Place
He swallowed, scooping the harvest mouse into his arms. "let's get the hell out of here," he said, stoically.
Love Before Breakfast
"okay ... " "two harvest mice. one of them is on the morning news. a meteorologist," daisy said. "oh. wait. fib the morning mouse?!" "that's the one."
Quiet as a Mouse
The golden-furred harvest mouse shrugged. "what am i supposed to say?" "you could've at least left a heart emotion!" "emoji," field corrected. his mother scrolled to another image. "what about--" "i'm part of the group text, mom," he said quietly.
Four's Company
The harvest mouse scanned the options. "hmm. they're pretty ... " "but?" "the ones on this rack gotta be started in pots and transplanted. kinda looking for something i can plant directly? something hardy.