"Mousee!" Mother's voice yelled through the large mousehole. "Mousee, come on, the floor looks horrible. Get a leaf and a twig and gather up the bread crumbs."
Mousee rolled her eyes. Why in the Mighty Mouse God's name was she supposed to clean up after her big brothers? Couldn't they pick up the bread crumbs after breakfast? She felt like the mousehole janitor. "Mum, why can't Boris and Freric do that themselves? They are big enough!"
Boris tweaked his little sister's cheek while he scampered past. "Because you are a girl, that's why. Big mouse boys don't have to clean up or do the dishes. Big mouse boys become big mouse warriors, defeat Giant Rats, Kitties and maybe the horrible Panthers." Teasingly his younger brother Freric took the little twig Mousee was holding and started a fake fight with his bigger brother. "See, that looks ridiculous, fighting with a cleaning twig." He dropped the twig on the small table, and both boys turned around to to scamper off into the stables for a day out with fun and play.
Mousee stamped angrily with her foot. "No", she said. "no no no no NO! I want to become a mighty mouse warrior as well." Boris looked at his brother Freric, and both started to laugh. "You? A mouse warrior??" Both rolled on the floor laughing so hard their sides hurt. Boris gasped at his brother "Do you remember last week when she ran screaming from that little rat behind Sir Gularon?" Freric tried to nod between his laughter. "Or the week before when she hide behind Lady Egwene when the Kitty came past?" he giggled at Boris. Both grinned at their little sister. "You'll become a mighty mouse warrior the day Kitties start to build mouseholes and dogs start to purr."
Tears started to flow down Mousee's cheek, and her little black mouse eyes started to flash with anger. "I'll show you, I'll become the mightiest mouse warrior the world has ever seen. One day you'll see!" With a big HUFF she turned around and scurried into her little mousehole to pack her belongings. Oh yes, she would show them that mouse girls can be mighty mouse warriors as well.
She emptied the
smelly cheese box which held her treasures. With a sigh she picked up the broken
toothpick her dad gave to Boris when her brother was a little mouse boy and
wanted to play knight. She chose a few colored ribbons and placed them in the
box, together with the fake cat fur leggings she got for her birthday. Being
busy with that, she didn't notice the unusual sounds from outside.