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A very small, very skittish, very unhappy mouse sat amid a pile of leaves. It skittered away when someone came too close as best it could; there was a small cast on one of its back legs.
When it spoke, it had the normal voice of a thirteen-year-old boy. Thomas, to those who've met him before.
"H-how do you k-keep from being stepped on w-when you're small?"
((Being called away on an errand. Back!))
When it spoke, it had the normal voice of a thirteen-year-old boy. Thomas, to those who've met him before.
"H-how do you k-keep from being stepped on w-when you're small?"
((Being called away on an errand. Back!))