Chapter NaN: Defeat?
When you're only three feet tall, no fight seems fair.
My name's Mousen, like "mouse" but with an N. The folks weren't too clever with names, but I like it. Sticks in people's minds.
Some people are lovers; some are fighters. I'm a bit of both. I like people, but I also love a good scrap. I've got a checkered past and a heart of gold -but then, I'm a bit biased.
Maybe if you'll hear me.out, you'll form your own opinion. Well, here goes!
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"This is such crap!" As a mouse, I'm not much for bellowing. Best I can manage is a shrill yell or, if I'm in real trouble, a scream. But I've gotten pret-ty good at making myself heard.
"Lower your voice, Mousen." Human ears don't fold back, but Jairus manages to convey that impression. My boss is a string bean of a man with curly black hair and a Roman nose, about as threatening as a Chihuahua puppy. But his words make me feel like I've been punched in the gut.
"You're a competent draftsman, but your ...volatility doesn't sit well with management. I'm sorry, but you're not being promoted this time."
After all I've done for this firm. The hundreds of hours of drawing blueprints, the overtime, the anger-management classes ...I'm not even getting a freaking raise? There are no words to.describe how much this sucks.
I slump down in my chair, defeated again.
Artwork (C) Tommy Chastain.
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