The Story

Derek got the feeling that he could use the help of Lickey Mouse at the moment. Despite the fact that the gang of cats still had their eyes on the ground and hadn’t yet thought to look up the tree where Derek hid, he still felt afraid. Even in the warm night, he felt slightly cold…
He had recalled a time when someone had told him of Lickey Mouse and his bravery. Apparently the rodent had wielded a long, shiny rod with a sharpened end; there was a hole on the other end, perfect for a mouse paw to fit into and grasp. These things weren’t easily found. The only place to find them were in the homes of the humans…they used them for something they called “sewing”. Derek couldn’t quite recall what they called the actual thing that Lickey was famous for using as a sword…what was it? Needle. Something like that. Either way it was a great weapon for Lickey, who used it to battle cats and other creatures that enjoyed to eat mice for dinner…the mouse was a legend. Everybody across the countryside knew about him. His popularity mainly came from the time he had…
Derek’s thoughts were cut off when he caught a sparkle of light in one of the cat’s green eyes. When it saw him the orange cat froze like a garden ornament made of stone.
Derek started to become nervous. He remained still.
If only he had the courage of Lickey Mouse at a time like this.