Talk:Large Mouse/@comment-26467129-20151204195651/@comment-75.107.62.45-20160110224831

I asses the situation a bit before deciding on heading deeper into the forest in hopes of finding maybe a cave to hide in... perhaps a hollow tree so that I may recover from my wounds.

However more focused on my wounds instead of actuallly thinking I find that the storm is getting worse and the ground is becoming more and more drenched causing my footing to become less stable, I soon find a hollowed out tree.. I take refuge here until the storm passes but find myself nodding off and becoming numb, being drenched it becomes harder and harder to move.

Not soon after the storm dies down a little and the pack of large mice are sniffing and scrambling around the area in hot pursuit of they prey. I awake to this sound and began trying to find a way out but soon find myself unable to find a way and in the end I stumble out of the hollowed tree thinking to myself "Being the husband to a bunch of mice shouldn't be that bad....... It's gotta be better the being out here anyways..." I'm soon carried away by the pack where their "play time" ensues.