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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on Jun 8, 2012 17:31:36 GMT -5
It had been several months since Thumbalina had met the kindly Jefferson March and his daughter, they had showed her kindness beyond measure but she knew she had to move on. Despite his best efforts Jefferson had been unable to find her mother and Thumbalina felt as if she had long outstayed her welcome even though he had constantly said otherwise. Quietly during the night she had slipped away. She had left a note, tiny as it was, explaining how grateful she was for his hospitality but she simply could not stay. Maybe one day she would see them again. The nights were growing shorter and colder as autumn travelled the road to winter. A tiny figure had finally reached the edge of the west forest after hitching a lift on a fancy looking carriage. She had gotten off before she could be detected but it still left her a ways to go. With nowhere else to go Thumbalina took refuge from the elements beneath a cluster of twisted roots that served as a shelter to such a little creature and others of similar stature. Wrapping her tiny shawl around her shoulders Thumbalina sobbed quietly into the fabric. “Maybe I shouldn’t have left…” She whispered to herself “But it’s not like I could stay forever.”
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on Jun 9, 2012 0:33:47 GMT -5
Winter was rapidly approaching, and all the creatures of the west woods were preparing for the cold months ahead. Every creature knew what they had to do. The squirrels and chipmunks gathered food to last them through hibernation, the little mice made sure that their nests were warm, and the birds all flew to warmer climates until spring returned.
All except one.
With his mentors heading to sunnier temperatures for the winter, Timothy was left to fend for himself. The mouse had taken refuge in the Western Woods and was now trying to find a temporary shelter, at least until he could find some place warm. He scurried under some tree roots, hoping to at least have some guard...
"Oh! Sorry," he apologized, having bumped into another creature that was also sharing his same ideals, "didn't mean to intrude on your--" Timothy had to do a double take. This creature... it looked like a little human girl! "... your, ah...?"
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on Jun 9, 2012 11:35:53 GMT -5
The crunching sound of the leaves outside of the tangled roots caught Thumbelina’s attention. Quickly she wiped her face with the damp fabric of her shawl before a mass of fur almost trampled her. A look of surprise registered on the mouse’s face as he took in Thumbelina’s appearance.
“It’s okay I don’t actually live here.” She smiled at him.
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on Jun 9, 2012 12:39:13 GMT -5
Timothy blinked again, still taking in the fact that there was a tiny human with him. "... okay, I have a feeling that I'm going to have to get used to wandering amongst places where the creature I meet has no ownership of the shelter..." The mouse shook his head. "Anyway... what brings you out here?"
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on Jun 10, 2012 15:53:10 GMT -5
“Well who really owns anything these days?” She smirked referring to the tyrannical rule of Queen Regina. The mouse seemed nice enough and looked quite amusing in his scarf and vest. It made her wonder if many creatures in the forest dressed as humans do.
“In this particular place,” She gestured to the shelter they shared “I was planning on just spending the night here.” Pretty sure she had hidden her sadness from the creature she relaxed into her usual banter.
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on Jun 10, 2012 16:06:50 GMT -5
Timothy nodded at the small woman's question. That did hold truth, whether it was for a human or a mouse. Humans had tyrannical rulers, mice... were just stepped on and treated as pests. "I guess that's true," he agreed. "Very nice insight."
"Wait a minute," the mouse suddenly said. "Spend the night? Here? This isn't the right place to keep warm during any night. If you'd like, I can help you find some other place to rest. Maybe higher up in a tree so that no one else can really step on you down here on accident?"
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on Jun 10, 2012 16:15:04 GMT -5
“Okay I admit it’s been a while since I’ve had to find my own shelter.” She said in a sheepish tone. “But you came in here so how good could your instincts really be?” Thumbalina asked in a teasing tone.
“Thumbalina by the way.” She offered an extended had a little oblivious that he may not know what to do with it.
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on Jun 10, 2012 16:46:03 GMT -5
Timothy shook his head. "I just came in here to rest for a while," he clarified. "We'll find better shelter before nightfall." The mouse took her hand and shook it. "Timothy," he greeted. "Pleasure to meet you, Thumbelina."
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on Jun 10, 2012 17:13:55 GMT -5
“You too Timothy.” She smiled.
“So how do you plan to get up the tree mighty mouse?” She asked with a smirk, Thumbalina usually found some way to abbreviate or nickname those she met. It was a fun little game she couldn’t help but play.
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on Jun 10, 2012 18:41:55 GMT -5
Timothy chuckled to himself. "I know the perfect way to get up there, Thumbelina," he assured her. The mouse started to step out of the roots. "First, though, I need to ask you one thing. ... do you trust me?"
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on Jun 10, 2012 19:03:25 GMT -5
Thumbelina followed him out from the tangled mess of roots.
“For a talking mouse that I have just met, yeah I’d say I trust you more than I should, why?” She asked curiously as she looked up the massive tree.
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on Jun 10, 2012 19:14:54 GMT -5
"That's all I need to know," the mouse answered before pulling a black feather on a string out from his scarf. Timothy focused on the feather before a brief flash of light surrounded him. When the light dimmed, in the mouse's place stood a red robin. The vest that the mouse had been wearing was now on the bird, as well as the black feather around his neck.
"Hop on," Timothy told Thumbelina, dipping down a little so the girl could climb on, "and hold on tight."
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on Jun 10, 2012 19:38:31 GMT -5
Thumbelina was about to speak when the mouse started to glow. When the light speckles cleared from her vision she simply looked at the robin.
“I… er… oh I’ve seen stranger.” She finally conceded and clambered onto the birds back, careful not to pull any feathers out.
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on Jun 10, 2012 19:53:57 GMT -5
"So have I." Once Thumbelina had been safely seated, Timothy took off for the sky. The robin flew from tree to tree, scanning for a hollowed out area where the two of them could rest for the night.
"Let me know if you see anything!" Timothy called up to the girl. "A hollowed out area, or an unoccupied nest. Someplace we can stay for the night without disturbing other animals!"
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on Jun 11, 2012 17:43:15 GMT -5
"Will do mighty mouse." Thumbalina said as she scanned for places and clung as gently as she could without falling. While they flew for a moment she thought she spotted her mother's farm but when she looked again it was just a clearing of trees.
"What about that?" She asked about a seemingly abandoned nest.
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