I laid on top of my bed, replaying the train station good-bye over and over in my head. It had been a month since he left. He was probably through basic training and beginning his specialization. I rolled over and reached under the bed to pull out a box o…

“Have you heard the army is coming?” The mouseman began to panic. He grabbed the woven grass hat on his head and squatted down, ready to sprint back to his cart and his family.

“No, have you?”

“I did spy a patrolmouse. He was headed for the perimeter. Had…