Disney's Wondrous Secrets

Not JUST a Mouse...

A walk at Downtown Disney was nice though. Kate may like that better, so Sarah gave a call to her house. But no one picked up.

Well... after a couple tries, she decided to tell Kate later, since it was already getting dark. It had been quite a long day.

Sarah hung around her room as she was reading through a bibliography she found awhile ago. This was to work good as her main source... But where was she to start? She was able to smell the dinner her father had promised. It was very distracting.

He was able to sleep from his troubled run just for a small while. He though was not keen to running quick on all fours, but it made a difference although he couldn't help doing it. For a moment, his mind was on food but then he tried to focus on finding away to speak to the human child. Most of this was so confusing to him. But the fear he bore was enough to help him keep a straight head. There were millions under threat at this very moment and he had get back as soon as possible. He also did not want to cause a stir either and be a victim to poison or a snapping trap. Or a cat, for that matter....

But the tiny mouse was outward in the hallway enough to see the girl in her room, with the door wide open. He had to find away. To sneak in. He heard the door of the refrigerator open and slam shut down the hall and the sound of typing ahead of him. Bravely, he began to scurry his way, as briskly as he could.

Sarah was drawn in to what she was doing. Even so that she did not notice the small dark colored field mouse entering into her bedroom. Quickly, he went by the sliding glass mirror...which opened to a closet. He was feeling shaky. But what scared him right on was a set of plushies. One of himself, he remembered and several of those who knew him. His friends and fellows. Allies. His bright yet beady eyes widened at the dolls and decided to hide among them. He felt homesick. Seeing these dolls made his heart run. When he hid behind them, he went to hide behind the dresser.

Sarah felt a little better that she managed a paragraph of sorts... She would edit it later. But she managed to find a piece of Walt's own childhood...of the rough job he and his brother delivering papers to houses, each morning and night...through the snow... She never knew that until she read this one bibliography. His father Elias was quite unfair to his two sons, in that regard. Interesting to know. She was going to read some more until her Mickey Mouse plush had fallen down on its side. She heard a soft plop and turned, not thinking much of it... Until she went to pick it up. A dark mouse scurried out from under it!

"Ick!" she shrieked, not expecting this at all and she dropped the doll.

Oh no! Please!

This mouse tried to run, but the carpet made it hard for him. Johnathon heard her yell out and as he came to see, there was a small mouse scurrying fast into the bathroom.

"Another??" he sighed. He thought they took care of the pests.

Sarah sure was startled, but it was only a mouse... She walked in behind as he tried to locate it.

"Where did it come from?" he asked.

"From behind my dolls.... I think it's just scared..."

"It may have been digging in the walls. We need to find it. Can't stand mice."

He managed to hide behind the towel basket. He was frightened. They were to try and catch him, perhaps kill him. Oh why, oh why did he hide behind the toy? He should have stayed behind the dresser. He did not think straight in this form.... He saw a small hole in the wall, not too far up. He tried to jump to it before the basket was moved. Oh no! Seeing the man, he dashed to the corner and tried to stay far away... He was frozen.