A home is a place where humans can rest there heads and unwind from the world, but in the walls of homes other in habitats have a society of there on.
And in those walls mice go about there lives as you and I would do on a day to day, as they work and come home and repeat.
Also just like people some mice very in size depending on DNA and race, but let's dive into this journey of a tiny mouse with no goal as of now.
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Cheesy High
Tapping a pencil on his desk as a super small mouse looks around nervously with his tail swaying low on the right side of his seat, thinking to himself as he watches the classroom door, the pygmy mouse says, please let them not show up today.
20 minutes later
Ringing as the bell has rung to initiate that the school day is over, feeling relieved that who ever he was waiting for didn't show up as the pygmy mouse breathes with relief.
Right as the young mouse steps out of the door, he is greeted with a fist to the face.
Laughing after punching the timid small rodent as a jockey looking mouse with a matted Mohawk states, did you really think you weren't going to get punched dweeb! Just because I didn't show up for class today! Come on Boco you can't ever deny your daily asswhoopin!
Picking himself up as he dust off his green t shirt, gazing at the bigger mouse before him, Boco says, I'm sick of this. I'm sick of you always hi-
Blam! Socking him in the stomach with his right as he smiles, the jockey mouse laments, shut the hell up small fry. Your weak I'm strong. This is just your life.
Holding his stomach with his right as his head is down, clenching his left fist, Boco says quietly as he slowly gets his wind back, I want respect.
Just reacting after mentioning those words to himself, Boco punches the jock square in his yapper, shocked at doing so with disbelief, Boco states with no calm, I just punched someone.
End of Chapter 1