100 Themes: DyingThe explosion had strewn almost everyone around the room. Several mice were hurt pretty badly, though there were no casualties. None that the Professor could find anyways. Ratigan himself was buried under a pile of rubble, nearly unscathed save for a few scratches. Fidget came hobbling up to him.More Like This
"Boss, Boss, you okay?" He gibbered at him, looking concerned. Ratigan brushed dirt of his suit.
"I'm fine, Fidget. Are the others all right?" Fidget nodded.
"Yeah, yeah. They're kay, I guess. But some of them are really hurt and need a sawbones quick." Ratigan clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"How serious are the injuries? Any missing limbs or g
On the Road to Recovery: PrologueMrs. Delia McKillian was a practical sort of mouse. She was warm, wise, and blessed with extraordinary patience. One would have to be when they had a job like she did. Today, like many other days, she found that gift of hers being pushed to its limit as she listened in on two gossipy socialites sitting in the parlor room.More Like This
"I heard that Lady Maria passed last night," one of them was saying in a soft coquettish voice. The second mouse nodded, and sighed sadly.
"Oh yes. It's such dreadful news, isn't it? She was such a warm, lovely lady. It's a shame she had to leave us so soon." The first mouse snapped her fan open.
"I quite agree. I expect