3.3 - Now and Again
When the harvest mouse reached his own quarters, he went inside. it was dark. adelaide was nowhere to be seen. but he 'sensed' her in the bedroom. holding his tail in his paws, he meekly sought her out.
Earthlike, Vaguely
The golden harvest mouse was sitting at the edge of the tub, luminous, humming a familiar tune. mariner was beside him on the floor, facing out into the open hallway. the mouse had such a lovely voice, he spoke in melody, "what's wrong, heart of mine?
That's So Us
The golden harvest mouse had gotten several big bags of sudan grass seed, or sorghum, to replace the harvested wheat field he was going to plow up. planted soon, the sorghum would be ready in the fall before the weather turned cold.
Private Showing
The golden-furred harvest mouse shoved his sleek smartphone back into his blue jeans. twelve noon. on the dot. "we barely made it!" his whiskers twitched.
4.1 - Havoc
The harvest mouse didn't have a chance to engage the controls before a piece of debris blindsided them, smacking into the side of the pod's delicate hull and sending it tumbling further down, end over end.
1.1 - Fancy Meeting You
Even if she'd allowed that harvest mouse to knock her up.
3.8 - Design For Living
"as far as i know, harvest mouses are the only ones with prehensile tails." luminous' first officer was one of those, wasn't he? "lucky them," ross said. "how many different kinds of mouses are there, exactly?"