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The Adventures of Bibole, Rivol, and MichelleThe Curse of the Weremouse
By Brian Fujikawa
Trafford PublishingCopyright © 2012 Brian Fujikawa
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Chapter OneOnce upon a time, in a forest, not far from where you live, stood a large oak tree. And at the bottom of this oak tree was a little red door. Now inside this little red door was the home where three mice lived—Bibole, being the son; Rivol, the father; and Michelle, the mother.
One beautiful Saturday morning, Bibole was out with his friends, doing the usual things that they always do, playing their favorite game—tag, you're it. Bibole was out with his friends: Marcel, the skunk; Bonnie the bunny; and Herman, who was also another mouse, half his size. As they were off playing tag, they were running up and down the trees, scurrying through the forest, laughing, and tagging one another.
As they were playing, Marcel stopped in the middle of the forest, perked one ear up, tilted his head, and listened. Now all the other animals knew that Marcel, the skunk, had the best hearing in the whole forest, and they all went up to him. "What do you hear? What's going on?"
Marcel said, "Wait a minute, I don't know. I've never heard it before." And he listened even closer. "That's the strangest sound I've ever heard. Why don't you guys listen?" And as all the other animals tilted their heads and perked their ears up, Bibole said, "I, I think I hear it too." Then Herman said, "I, I don't hear anything." And then Bonnie said, "I've heard that before, guys. I think I know what it is. Marcel immediately said, "Well, what is it?"
"It sounds like it's coming down from the brook. It sounds like a little girl, crying," Bonnie said.
"A little girl crying? Well, what's a little girl doing here?" they all asked.
"Well, I don't know," said Bonnie.
"Let's go and look!" With that, all the animals ran through the bushes, going toward the brook, and stopped when they got to the clearing. As they peeked through the forest, they saw a little girl, on a rock, with her hands covering her face—crying.
Bibole said, "You were right! It is! It's a human, and she's crying."
Marcel said, "Well, what's she crying about?"
"I don't know. Why don't you ask her?" Bonnie replied.
"I'm not going to ask her ... Why don't you ask her?" said Marcel.
"Well, I'm not going to ask her." As the animals argued about who was going to ask this little girl about why she was crying, the little girl stood up, turned around with her hands in a fist, and said, "I'm crying because nobody wants to play with me."
Everyone went silent. The animals, shocked, looked at one another as they realized she could understand them! And they could understand her!
The little girl, still crying, said, "Why don't you come out of those bushes. Don't you know it's really rude to talk behind someone's back?" The animals stared at one another. They pointed to Bibole, telling him, "Go on, go out there. Introduce yourself."
Bibole took a deep breath, then with a swallow, he walked out of the bush; and then Bonnie followed, then Herman, and finally, Marcel. When the little girl saw these animals coming out of the bushes, she said, "But where's the other boys and girls?"
Finally, Bibole said, "There are no other boys and girls. It's just us."
The little girl looked at them, and they looked at her.
"Well, you said you were crying because nobody wanted to play with you"
"Yeah, my mommy and I just moved out here, and I don't know anybody."
Bibole came up with an idea. "I have an idea. Why don't you play with us?"
The little girl smiled. She said, "I would love to play with you, but can I find out your names first?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Bibole. I'm a mouse."
"I know you're a mouse," said the girl.
"Oh, okay. And these are my friends. Go ahead, introduce yourselves, guys."
Marcel walked forward. "My name is Marcel. I'm a skunk."
"You sure are!"
"What does that mean?"
"It just means you sure are a skunk."
"My name is Bonnie."
"Oh, you're a bunny."
"Yes, I am. I'm a bunny."
"But your name is Bonnie, the bunny?"
"Oh, it's very nice to meet you."
And then, last, but not least, Herman walked up. "My name is Herman, and I'm a mouse too."
"Well, it's nice to meet all of you!"
"Well, what's your name?"
The little girl looked at them. She said, "My name is Daisy Kay."
"Daisy! I love daisies!" Bonnie exclaimed. She said, "That's my favorite food!"
"Well, I'm not the eating kind. My name is just Daisy. Daisy Kay."
"And you just moved out here?"
"Yeah. It's beautiful, but I don't really know anybody."
"Well, we're playing a game called tag, you're it."
Daisy said "Oh, I know that game! We play that game also!"
"Because you're new, why don't you play it with us? And you're it!"
As they started to play, Daisy started chasing the animals all throughout the forest. As Marcel was running as fast as he could, he turned around and looked and realized that Daisy was just standing there with her head down. She was crying again! Marcel called out to the other animals. They stopped, and they went over. "Why is she crying now?"
"I don't know. Go see."
Bibole walked up to her and said, "What seems to be the problem, Daisy?"
"I can't catch you. You're all too fast for me."
Bibole thought for a moment. "I have an idea. What if we slowed down a little and we let you catch us?"
Daisy smiled. "That would be just great!"
They played for hours, each and every one of them tagging and being tagged. Up and down the hills they went until finally they stopped on a grassy hill to rest. As they were resting, Herman pulled an inhaler out of his pocket and took a breath.
"It's an inhaler. I'm what you call an asthmatic," replied Herman.
"It means he's allergic to everything in the forest."
"I've heard of asthmatic," Daisy said.
"You have?" said Herman. "Oh yes. Some humans are asthmatic too."
And then Bibole said, "Yeah, he's the only one I know that has a pocket protector that has thermometers in it."
All the animals laughed. Daisy didn't laugh. She said, "Maybe you shouldn't laugh at him. Being asthmatic is very serious."
"Thank you," Herman said.
As they sat and talked and rested from playing their game, Daisy got to know them all very well. Then Daisy said, "I have an idea! Bibole, do you want to get on my shoulder and go exploring around the forest?"
"I can be on your shoulder?"
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