The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 5
Mrs. Judson offered Cholena a warm blanket and some hot cocoa as the young girl curled next to the fire on Basil’s couch to warm herself after the long journey. Nellie sat beside Cholena and warmed the poor girl‘s hand, still in awe that Cholena had made it all the way to England, while Basil paced back and forth.
“I do not know where to start,” Cholena said, sipping the hot cocoa and then eyeing it, having never tasted something quite like it, “It was like a nightmare…”
“Start from the beginning then,” said Nellie, “Why did you leave your tribe?”
Cholena’s ears went down and she turned her gaze to the fire. Basil took a seat beside Cholena on the couch to observe.
“I could no longer tolerate being trapped underground. I had seen so much with Fievel and his friends. The blue sky, the fresh air, the clear water, riding on the back of a bird. It wasn’t fair to be trapped under the Earth like a prisoner.
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 7
“Hey slow down there, so lemme get dis straight,” Tony said, in the middle of cleaning out a mug at the bar when Tanya suddenly bombarded him, telling him all about the job offer she’d received and then asking him to come with her, “You want me to take a week off from work, leave my wife and daughter behind, and go back to a city I was more than happy never to set foot in again?”
“Pleeeease Tony?” Tanya begged, clasping her hands together and leaning over the bar, “You’re the only one I can think of. Vartan’s not old enough for my Papa’s tastes. Everybody else is too busy. You’re one of my best friends Tony, you and my family have been through thick and thin together, and I wouldn’t mind traveling with you one bit. Come on, don‘t you wanna leave this little town for a while? It could be fun.”
“You’re makin’ a lotta assumptions, Tilly. I got a family and a life here in dis ‘
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 1
It was another cold, rainy day in London. As Sherlock Holmes readied himself for another case at his residence on 221 Baker Street, below the floorboards his mouse counterpart, Basil of Baker Street, perused the newspapers in search of a case of his own. His partner, Dr. David Q. Dawson, was over for his daily spot of tea, when Basil’s newest addition to his household unlocked the front door and entered; reporter Nellie Brie, fresh off the boat from America and still doing her best to adjust to life in England. She had just been out for a while to get some fresh air and run an errand, opening the door and shaking her umbrella off before placing it in a basket beside the door. She carried a long rectangular package under her arm.
“Ah, welcome back Ms. Brie,” Dawson greeted her, “I trust all went well?”
“It did, yes,” she said, removing her coat and hanging it up on a coat rack, “I’m not used to all this rain though. I guess that
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 6
Green River, Utah- Three Weeks Earlier
When disembarking the train from Salt Lake City, the mice of Green River were met with shocking news. Cat R. Waul and his gang had escaped prison. A crowd immediately gathered around the jailhouse, kept at bay by Tiger and Wylie Burp. Tiger had a bandage over his forehead where he’d been hit.
“Stand back everyone,” Wylie said, “We’re searching for clues.”
The crowd murmured and talked amongst themselves. What would Waul being free mean? He surely wasn’t going to fool the mice of Green River a third time, after all. What was his plan?
“I’m sure we can figure it out,” Olivia said, holding Fievel’s hand as the two of them beheld the crime scene, “We jus’ got ta keep our eyes open fer clues. Interview anyone still in town at the time.”
Fievel gave a nod, “We can use your magnifying glass to look for footprints or fur.”
Olivia looked around, and whisp
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 8
The jail cell had a gaping hole in it. Not the most subtle of breakouts. This had been done with explosives. Who could have been brash enough to pull something like this off? Nellie couldn’t chance a guess. She scribbled the details of the crime scene in her notes as Basil inspected it, taking fur samples and samples of soot from the blast, perhaps to track the type of explosives used and where they’d come from. Cholena stood beside Dawson outside of the cell and watched.
“My father was right, upper-worlders do misuse explosives,” Cholena remarked.
“Not the most covert method of escape, wouldn’t you say Basil?” Dawson asked.
“Indeed, I would expect a more slippery and sly escape from Bill the Lizard,” Basil said, taking a magnifying glass to the debris.
A police officer watched over Bail as he inspected the crime scene.
“And this is nearly identical to the breakout of Chester Mousingham a week ago,” said Officer Templeto
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 4
‘Dreams to Dream, in the dark of the night…'
Tanya’s soothing singing voice lulled the crowd against the backdrop of the school band, where she stood atop a stage made from a discarded butter box, dressed in a modest white dress, a stark contrast from her saloon singer outfit. A hushed silence seemed to fall over everyone within earshot at the fair.
“Ah think I can hear Fievel’s violin, daddy,” Olivia said, listening closely from their booth.
Fievel tried desperately not to mess up his sister’s performance; however, he did squeak his violin in a few places. Tanya kept singing, and the audience didn’t notice too blatantly. Tanya was doing a three song set that also concluded “Somewhere Out There” and “The Girl You Left Behind”, the three songs she’s written herself. With her father’s help she’d even produced sheet music for the instrumental backup. Her hope now was that someone was listenin
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 11The door to Tanya's new apartment opened, and Tanya stepped in, awestruck by having her very own apartment to herself. She'd never had more than a bedroom to herself, and even then she'd only gotten that after her family moved to Green River. This was something completely new to her.
"Oh my gosh, Tony, isn't this place beautiful?" Tanya said as she rushed to the window, which overlooked the street below, bustling with carriages and streetcars lit by the street lamps.
"Guess so," Tony grunted unenthusiastically, sitting on the sofa as Ratbone's chauffeur brought in their luggage.
Ratbone had a seat on a chair, "I've spared no expense for my client. I'm certain you'll find this place to your liking. And it's second floor, no need to worry about the cats."
"New York still got a cat problem?" Tony asked.
"It's been even worse lately," Ratbone replied.
"I knew getting' rid of da Mott Street Maulers wouldn't help much."
Ratbone cleared his throat.
"I guess we should finally sleep," said Tany
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 10
"This is our last cheese crumpet…" Olivia said, taking it out of her backpack as Fievel and Vartan stared at it, almost drooling, "We're gonna be in New York soon, right?"
"I think so," said Fievel, "It's been days."
"We'll buy us some more food when we get there," said Olivia, breaking the cheese crumpet into three pieces.
Vartan couldn't help but feel bad, taking his piece. If not for him their food just might have lasted them the trip. They'd been rationing their food and starving themselves the past two days, to make it enough for three mice. There was nothing else to eat in this train car, filled with nothing but hay piles.
"I wonder how my mama and papa are taking it," Fievel said as he nibbled on his piece, hoping to make it last.
"I don't even wanna think about how worried me father is," Olivia said, feeling sad over it again, "I deserve any punishment he gives me."
"Maybe he'll understand why we did this," said Fievel.
"I might be losing my job at your father's toy shop
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 9
The train roared along the tracks, as Fievel and Olivia continued to stare on at Vartan in silence, the adolescent mouse still on his hands and knees, catching his breath.
"What are you doing here?" Olivia finally asked.
"I vas about to ask you the same," Vartan replied, "Does your father know you're on this train?"
Olivia looked down, feeling guilty, "Not yet, I don't think…I left him a note though."
Vartan stood up, "You vill get off at the next stop, and go home."
"No, we can't," said Fievel firmly.
Vartan frowned, "And vhy not? You children should not run away from your parents."
"We're not running away," Fievel protested, "Cholena's tribe is in trouble, and if I'm right, so is Tanya."
"Tanya? Vhat do you mean?"
"That Ratbone guy is bad, I just know it. He's got some kinda trick up his sleeve and we're gonna find out what it is."
Vartan smirked, "Heh, overprotective brother."
"Am not! I know a skunk when I see one. And why don't you tell us why you're here? You're as much a