Shirakage Mouse's Jungle Camp Warrior Month

My name is Shirakage Mouse. I'm sure if you've read about my adventures with Danger Mouse, you wouldn't want me to retell my life's story again and again. It's quite tiresome, you know. Nevertheless, the least I can do is inform you all of my detailed situation in my narration's first paragraph.

I used the Twistyverse magical orb's powers inside my body to fly to Canada's natural wilderness, around the southwestern location from Lake Nipigon. East from the Wolf River Falls Trailhead was the secret location of the Earth's milkshake supply called "Milkshake Lake", unknown to Teppla Earth's app scanner.

Aside from the name of DM's world's version of Google Earth sounding silly to my new reality, the human soul and memories from my past life and the real world is all still me. If I hadn't endured Boot Camp training with my foster cousin Jeopardy Mouse while growing up again as a white female mouse, I probably wouldn't have desired to push myself to deal with buzzing insects in my ears, going to the bathroom in a manner that was far away from indoor plumbing, or bathing nude in the forest's untainted natural spring.

I even went so far in leaving my digital music player behind. The only man made supplies from civilization that I took with me were a standard first aid kit, camping tent and sleeping bag.

My determination to go all native, create spears, bows and arrows, and design natural booby traps in order to catch wildlife and consume for food...was driven by my human soul's memories of watching Fullmetal Alchemist. It's only logical that I'd survive through this adaptation of living than going nutty and singing the verse, "🤪🎶🎵Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?🎵🎶🤪"
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Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention why I was taking this bold lifestyle outside of my usual comfort zone and indoor lab profession. Well, to begin my explanation, I believe I should brief you on the last outburst which I had yelled at my secret agent boyfriend before leaving London:
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"I'M GOING TO SURPASS JEOPARDY MOUSE AND PRACTICE MY WILDERNESS SURVIVAL SKILLS, DANGER MOUSE!!! YOUR BOSS IS SUCH A JERK TO PEN-CHAN!!!

"IF I DON'T SEE YOUR BEST FRIEND GET REHIRED AS YOUR SIDEKICK AFTER ONE MONTH OF MY GADGET FREE TRAINING, I WILL NEVER TALK TO YOUR FATHER'S OLD BOSS AGAIN!!!"
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Does that clue you all in on my frustration towards K Taisa, and his latest disregard to Penfold's existence made me snap Big Time? I had to get away from their new running gag routine before I'd do something to the Head of the Secret Service that I might end up regretting. Without temper control, consequences will bite me in my tailed mouse ass.

Now back to my wildlife monthly refuge...

Instead of taking canned food with me from the Danger Flat, my meals came restrictedly from the live prey in the forest. I hunted small animals through the use of organic hunting tools, materials mostly made from the plants and tree bark. These survival weapons managed to sustain my hunger for days until my newly crafted tools were finished.

I said that I wouldn't use gadgets and high advanced technology in the forest. But I didn't say anything about not creating metal weapons through the art of blacksmiths.

My surviving blood related grandmother, Kuraiyuki Mausu, had once told me that the Japanese village of my birth was once populated with a handful of my now scarce mouse species.

The Japanese Tailed white mice of the Asian region were knowledgeable in the ways of Geology and Earth Science. They used the different minerals and metals in the soil to help craft the weapons of Ancient Japan, weapons that had also been shared among the extinct human race.