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Chapter 4 Tiny Human Survival Chris 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

Chapter 3 The Brisbys He didn't want to believe this, he really didn't want to. It couldn't be real. Did that field mouse actually speak to him? No. He thought. Animals don't talk. I must be hallucinating. He hadn't moved anything and he just kept staring at the field mouse bewildered. The field mouse was staring at Chris in fear but in wonder at the same time. They didn't say anything for a while and just kept staring at each other not batting an eye. "Sir… are you alright?" The field mouse asked. Chris gasped and he then pointed his finger at her. "You talk! You actually talk!" The mouse blinked a few times. "Yes… I do. You talk as well." The mouse crawled up to Chris and Chris didn't like it and he had his hands up towards the mouse so she wouldn't come any closer to him. The mouse stopped a few feet away from him and tilted her head as she looked at him. "Are you… human?" Chris looked at himself as he put his hands down. He then looked back at the mouse. "Why? Do I not look

Chapter 2 The Blue Stone * * * It was morning and Chris was still sleeping in bed. Usually, he would've slammed the snooze button on his alarm clock a couple of times before he had to get up and go to work. Chris was not a morning person and whenever he woke up in the morning he could usually be an angry bear. He was snoring in his sleep and drool was landing on his pillow as he had his mouth opened. No work meant sleeping in. Chris then felt something get on him and he startled awake when he felt claws scratching him on his back. He looked up and he was face to face with the freaky cat. Chris growled as he could feel Dragon's claws scratching him pretty badly. He then heard the back of his shirt rip and he immediately knew that Dragon ruined his shirt. Chris was furious. He grabbed Dragon roughly and Dragon yowled as Chris got up and carried him out of the room and Dragon was scratching at him. Chris dropped the cat outside the guest room. "Stupid cat," Chris said and he then