Office Hours; Office #31. Monday [ 05/23].
Jane had gotten up that morning wondering if the events of the weekend had all been a very strange dream or not, but several things offered empirical evidence that she was, indeed, a sassy little brainiac mouse in a smart jumpsuit, who had gone on a date with a possibly meglomaniac gerbil in a plastic ball. There was the fact that it was Monday, for example, and there was no way she would have allowed herself to sleep through an entire weekend, not with so much going on. There were also the radio broadcasts; they were a pretty good indication.
And then there were the blueprints. Tiny little perfectly mouse-sized blueprints. Jane remember working on them, as Gadget, but that didn't mean that, as Jane, she understood them. But she was intensely curious, and so she had them with her in her office today, bent over her desk with a magnifying glass in an effort to read them and decipher them better.
It was one thing that apes could use sticks to fish out bugs from deep underground; it was another thing entirely to think that mice could fashion mechanized suits out of roller skates, fishing line, and well-shaken soda bottles!
The door was open.
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And then there were the blueprints. Tiny little perfectly mouse-sized blueprints. Jane remember working on them, as Gadget, but that didn't mean that, as Jane, she understood them. But she was intensely curious, and so she had them with her in her office today, bent over her desk with a magnifying glass in an effort to read them and decipher them better.
It was one thing that apes could use sticks to fish out bugs from deep underground; it was another thing entirely to think that mice could fashion mechanized suits out of roller skates, fishing line, and well-shaken soda bottles!
The door was open.
[[ and so is the post! ]]