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Christopher and the Rats of NIMH: Chapter 4Chapter 4Tiny Human SurvivalChris woke up the next morning and when he did he stretched his arms out as he yawned. His hair was a mess and drool was dripping from the side of his mouth as he sat up. Chris wiped the saliva off the side of his mouth and as he did he started to feel that his mouth was dry. He needed some water.He looked around him and he almost forgot that he spent the night in Mrs. Brisby's home. He thought it was still a nice-looking house. It was, in fact, better than his apartment back in New York City. However, his apartment wasn't like one of those really poor apartments that looked like a dump. It was a normal-looking apartment but it was pretty bland. The only thing that wasn't bland in his apartment was his photos hanging on the walls and sitting on his furniture.Chris looked at his watch and it was pretty early for what his usual time was for getting up whenever he didn't have anything important to do early in the morning. He didn't even know what time he went to bed last night but his legs were still sore from all that running yesterday. They weren't worse like they were yesterday but Chris didn't like how they were feeling today. However, he wouldn't let his sore legs stop him from moving around. He couldn't sit around all day and he didn't like to do that.He picked up his shirt and jacket that he took off yesterday and he was about to take off the shirt that Mrs. Brisby loaned to him but when he took a whiff at his shirt it smelled horrible and Chris had to cover his nose. He tossed his shirt aside and then he put on his denim jacket and he was at least glad that it didn't smell awful like his shirt.He then stood up from his sleeping area and when he did he felt his stomach growl. Chris sighed in annoyance but he knew he needed to get food in his digestive system. He then noticed a hollowed-out spaced pantry and in it he saw some types of food. He thought it wouldn't be a problem if he got a bite to eat from the Brisby's pantry. He walked over to it to see what was in it and all it was were beans, potatoes, black-eyed peas, and asparagus. He didn't know if it was safe to eat any of it but his stomach rumbled, begging him to eat something. Chris sighed and he grabbed a potato and asparagus.He took a bite out of the potato and when he did he could feel a slimy texture to it and it had a rancid taste. Chris wanted to throw it up but he kept chewing it slowly and he could barely get the potato down his throat but he managed to swallow it all down. Chris wanted to throw the potato away somewhere but he knew that he'd only be wasting Mrs. Brisby's food, so he kept trying to eat it.As Chris was trying to gorge down on his sad-looking breakfast, he thought that he needed to wash up. He smelled like a sweaty jock. He looked to the rooms covered with cloths and he could still hear the Brisby's sleeping. Without trying to wake anyone up, Chris looked around the house for something he could use for a towel. The only thing that he saw he could use for a towel was the blanket Mrs. Brisby gave to him. It wasn't really a blanket and it was mostly just pieces of cloth stitched together.Chris gathered the blanket in his arm as he tried the best he could to finish down the last of his breakfast and as he did he then tiptoed upstairs and as he did he could see rays of sunshine shining through the hole. The sun felt warm on Chris's back but the wind made him get goosebumps. It was a February but it wouldn't be long until spring came. There was still frost in certain places but Chris could see the luscious green grass and some beautiful flowers blooming.Chris then started to walk in a random direction, hoping to find a pond of some sort to swim in. He wanted to keep going straight because he didn't want to get lost in the middle of the woods. If he could've made a trail like Hansel and Gretel did in the Brothers Grimm story he probably would've if he didn't want to wander off in a different direction and get lost. He could've used pebbles but there weren't any around him and if he even had breadcrumbs on him they would've been gone in an instant.He was trying to think of something else rather than his sore legs but he couldn't think of anything to think about. What could he possibly think about when he needed to focus on surviving out in the wild as a tiny human until he could figure out how to change back into his normal size?After some time of walking, he then came across a pond with green looking water. Just looking at the pond made Chris very thirsty. He dropped the clothed-blanket and he got on his knees and was about to drink the water but he stopped with his face just a few inches away from the water. What was he doing? He just couldn't drink water out of a pond, if there was something he was always cautious about it was his health. It wasn't freshwater and he knew that if he drank out of this pond he would get an illness and he didn't want to get an illness as a tiny human.Chris sighed and decided to take a swim so he could figure out what to do next. He hoped that he had enough food inside him for swimming. He stood up and then he started to strip off his clothes until he was nude. He then walked onto a big looking rock that was next to him and when he got on top of it, he breathed and then he dived into the water. The water surrounded him as he held his breath but with a few kicks of his feet as he had his arms to his sides he resurfaced and breathed for air.The water felt a little chilly but that wouldn't stop Chris from swimming. He did different swimming strokes like freestyle, backstroke, breaststroke, butterfly, and some other swimming strokes. He swam like a pro and he in fact used to be on the swim team. He was one of the best swimmers and he even had a few gold medals from his competitions. Even though his legs were sore he wouldn't stop swimming, he kept doing it.Then to Chris's surprise, he noticed that the stone was glowing that bright blue color. He forgot that he was still wearing that stone around his neck. As it was glowing his body started to glow that same blue as well. Chris tried not to sink in the water as he was witnessing the same glowing as yesterday. As he was kicking he started to feel that his legs were no longer sore. Instead, it felt like nothing happened to them. Chris couldn't believe what was going on. What kind of sorcery was this?Then the water around him started to glow that blue color as well and as it did, Chris saw that the water surrounding him was changing from green water to rather clear water in a wide circle. Chris blinked his eyes a few times as the blue glow disappeared from the water but he and the stone continued to glow blue. The circle around him that was water was still clear and didn't change back to the green water. Chris slowly cupped his hands and lifted some water in them. Chris wasn't sure about this but he prayed to God that he wouldn't get an illness and he toasted to himself inside his head to his health.He then slowly drank the water and when he did he felt a very nice freshness to it and it didn't taste dirty at all. Chris was shocked and he looked at the blue stone. The stone got rid of the soreness in his legs and it made the water fresh. How was that possible? If it could do those things then why couldn't it transform Chris back into his bigger self?He didn't know if the water would go back to being green again around him so he immediately started to gulp down lots and lots of freshwater. He couldn't bring himself to stop drinking the water and it was just too good."Chris?" Chris stopped gulping down water when he heard the sound of Mrs. Brisby.He turned around and he saw her looking at him with her eyes wide and as she did the stone stopped glowing and as it did, Chris stopped glowing as well. The fresh water that was a circle around him even turned back into the green water. Chris felt awkward and he couldn't blame Mrs. Brisby for her reaction. What just happened was out of the ordinary."Uh… hi," Chris said."What on earth just happened?"Chris looked at the stone and then back to Mrs. Brisby. "I don't know… I was just swimming and then all the sudden the stone started to glow and I glowed along with it. You're not going to believe this, but as the stone and I were glowing, the water around me turned into freshwater and I had sore legs after yesterday's running but now I don't feel any sores in my legs at all."Mrs. Brisby blinked a few times with her eyes still widened. "That's impossible.""I know, but it actually happened." Chris looked at the cloths stitched together and he pointed to it. "Could you hand me that?"Mrs. Brisby looked at the cloths stitched together and she then looked back at Chris and she nodded. Chris swam towards land and as he did, Mrs. Brisby had the blanket in her hand. When Chris got to land and was getting out of the water, Mrs. Brisby looked away from him as she handed him the blanket and Chris took it and he began to dry himself off."You know you could've asked me for a towel," Mrs. Brisby said. "You didn't have to use the blanket.""I didn't wanna wake you," Chris said as he put the blanket on the ground and he started to put his clothes back on. "I hope you don't mind but I took a couple of pieces of food from your pantry for breakfast.""Oh, that's okay. I understand that you were probably hungry when you woke up this morning."Chris put the purple shirt back on him. "You can look now." Mrs. Brisby looked at Chris and she sighed relieved. "You might want this shirt back and I'll give it back to you as soon as I can."Chris saw that Mrs. Brisby was looking down sadly as she clung to her red cape. "I won't be needing that shirt… it used to belong to my husband…" Chris's eyes widened, knowing that the purple shirt he was wearing was actually her dead husband's. "You can keep it."Chris rubbed his neck and wasn't sure about this. "Are you sure? 'Cause I don't feel right about taking it."Mrs. Brisby looked back up at Chris. "Please take it, and you could say that it's my gift to you."Chris looked back at the shirt but he sighed and nodded. "Okay." Chris then put on his denim jacket and his white sneakers and when he put his sneakers on he then began to tie them until they were tight enough on his feet. He then looked back at Mrs. Brisby and noticed that she had some sort of bag in her hand. "So what're you doing up so early?""I was searching for some more food this morning for me and the children and then I saw you swimming in the pond and I thought I would check up on you."Chris combed some of his wet hair out of the way. "Well, I appreciate your kindness, Mrs. Brisby and thank you once again."Mrs. Brisby kindly smiled at Chris. "You're very welcome."Chris smiled back at Mrs. Brisby. "You said you were searching for some food? I'd be glad enough to help."Mrs. Brisby looked at Chris surprised. "You would?""Well it's the least I can do since you helped me and I owe you one."Mrs. Brisby smiled at Chris again. "That would be very kind you, Chris."___________________________________________________________________________________Chris and Mrs. Brisby had managed to find some food as they were walking and searching and they were now heading back to Mrs. Brisby's home. It had been at least twenty minutes and their teamwork really paid off. Mrs. Brisby had told Chris what types of food to search for and what not to search for and Chris managed to find exactly what she wanted. Chris saw that the bag Mrs. Brisby was carrying looked pretty heavy and he tried to convince her that she should maybe let him carry it but she insisted that she could do it.He wished he had something good to eat at this moment. He really wanted to eat a juicy hamburger, with some fires, and a very cold and refreshing milkshake. The thought of diving his teeth into that stuff made him so badly wish he wasn't tiny."What's it like to be a human?" Mrs. Brisby asked.Chris sighed. "A lot of things, but sometimes there's fun, drama, danger, and many other things."Mrs. Brisby looked at Chris. "You said you were from the city, what's it like there?"Chris started to laugh. "The city has a lot of tall building and when it comes to night time it can get very bright. It can get very noisy in the city as well."Mrs. Brisby had a look of interest in her eyes as she looked at Chris. "So why did you move to the city?""I wanted to be a photographer there and I always loved to take pictures. A lot think I have a gift with using a camera and they even said that I should up my game in New York City and that's exactly what I did."Chris noticed that Mrs. Brisby looked very worried about something and it looked like she was trying to hide it but it was very easy to understand that something was on her mind. Chris tilted his head. "Everything alright, Mrs. Brisby?"Mrs. Brisby tightened her hold on the bag she was carrying and sighed as she looked down. "Not really… it's my son.""Timothy?""Yes… he has a fever."Chris's eyes widened. "Is it bad?""It's very bad, he is burning very badly and his breathing sounds as if he was gasping for his life…"Chris didn't like the sound of that. There was nothing worse than getting sick and he's had his moments of sickness. He remembered once when he was a boy he was turning eight on his birthday but on that day he wasn't feeling very too well. Instead of a very happy birthday, he ended up having a very sad, sick birthday. When he was about to blow the candles out on his cake he ended up vomiting on it instead."That can't be good," Chris said."No, so I was going to see Mr. Ages to see if he had anything that Timothy could take after I got some more food."Chris looked confused. "Who's Mr. Ages?""He was a friend of my husband's and he even helped us with Timothy once when he got a spider bite. He might be able to help with Timothy again if he's even at his home.""Are you planning on going there all by yourself?"Mrs. Brisby didn't answer for a few seconds but she then said: "That was the plan.""I'd hate for you to go by yourself. Besides, what if something bad happens to you? There's a lot of danger out here."Mrs. Brisby looked hesitant. "I… don't know,""What if I came along with you? If you really need to see this Mr. Ages then I'd like to accompany you on your trip. You've really helped me a lot and now I want to help you."Mrs. Brisby looked surprised and she stopped and as she did so did Chris. "Really? Oh, thank you, Chris. Thank you."Mrs. Brisby then hugged Chris and Chris was surprised but he let her hug him. He wrapped his arms around her and she felt really warm. Chris smiled as he stared down at Mrs. Brisby."It's my pleasure," Chris said.They got out of their hug and continued on their way to Mrs. Brisby's home. Chris knew he should be trying to figure out how the blue stone activates on certain occasions but he felt the need to help the poor widow, but he couldn't help but admire her. She has managed to go this far without her husband and he wondered how long it's been since she lost him. He would figure out the whole blue stone thing some other time but all he wanted to do was help the nicest field mouse ever.Christopher and the Rats of NIMH: Chapter 4 by Firecrackerwolf
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