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Tons and Tons of Tiny Mice
Timpani Tiger speaking. You may have heard a few stories here and there about the tons of tiny resident mice that live around the world. It boggles the mind sometimes to know that this is reality; it also sometimes gives the governments of the world a headache, because these tiny mice are also citizens of their countries, who work honest jobs to make an honest living. Thus, they must be included in the world's population count. They also pay taxes and bills. Everything just has to be shrunk down to their size, since these mice are actual size, and not human size. How small, you ask? Think of how tall Jerry is (as in Tom and Jerry), or the mice from those old Mighty Mouse cartoons that the cats are always torturing. That's how big they are. Yet the world welcomes them with open arms, and they have done us all a great service.
As far as the G-52s and their allies are concerned, the resident mice occupying the homes are primarily if the G-52 or ally themselves is a musician on the art side of music (classical, jazz, marching band, etc.). The rock stars such as Cripto don't have resident mice in their homes. This is to allow the mice to play their music, as well as help us test any compositions or arrangements we might have written ourselves. All the Drumbum leaders, myself included, have mice in their homes. The mice also find ways to clean our houses and help us with the chores, so we thank them for that, and sometimes we struggle to find ways to say thank you, but the mice I have told me that the work is its own reward. (You might also see restaurants have tiny mice working alongside the humans and anthro animals, for example.) The mice, therefore, are able to run their own banks, create their own products made in the USA, and most importantly to musicians like me, build and play their own musical instruments, as well as sometimes sing.
Some mice, however, have relocated due to circumstances beyond their control, or in response to a tragedy that scarred them. For example, when Leonid the Cold Lion lost his temper at the dopers who cost Russia all hopes for Olympic gold, the mice living with him were so upset about it, they fled. They ended up at the home of Leonce the Romantic Lion of France, and so the amount of mice living with and working for him doubled. (They all had to relocate again because Leonce was elected President of France. I don't know where they went, though.) Leonid will never have them back, but thankfully, he was able to apologize to them and make amends with them, and they forgave him.
When Leo the Patriotic Lion was elected the President of the United States, Tom the Patriotic Tiger volunteered to be his Vice-President. This is a different scenario because it was an abrupt change in their lives they weren't wanting, and given the nature of the jobs, and the fact they were able to sell their homes to allow them to move into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, the odds are that they won't gain these mice back. However, both thanked them for their service and dedication, and both made sure that these mice had a wonderful life afterwards. The mice that were living with Leo now reside alongside King Leo V of Kriegland, giving him double the amount of mice that were living in his palace. The mice that were living with Tom now reside with King Lionel XVIII of Leonine, giving him double the amount of mice that were living inside his palace.
Though this is not true of all the mice, the musical mice living with the musical G-52s and their allies all have the same things in common. They have a tendency to around half-naked given the nature of their anatomy, but just like Daren the Lion, they're not doing anything wrong because the anatomy doesn't match human anatomy, so there are no parts showing. Thus, they have the top part, but no pants, and nothing on their feet. (King Lionel, although he doesn't do it so much anymore, took a lot of heat from the haters when it was discovered that he liked to parade around naked, with only a shako and military field drum. His defense, however, was that there are other naked cartoon characters out and about, such as Tony the Tiger; I'm not counting the ascot he wears with his name on it. Nobody gave a hiss about them, so why should they diss His Mightiness? In the end, CNG punished them and everybody else guilty of falling for political correctness. It's poison for the brain!)
There are generally two divisions of the musical mice, though it is not uncommon to see the two work together. There are the mice who like to march, although they will stand still when necessary, and there are the concert mice that typically perform on a stage. The marching mice all wear drum major uniforms, usually modeled on the generic circus-style uniforms we've seen time and time again. The concert mice all wear a black tuxedo with bowtie. The conductor mouse generally wears a blue or white tuxedo.
The marching mice follow Leo the Tiger's example of leading multiple bands, because there are two full marching bands of mice that reside in the homes of each G-52 or ally who has one (at least in the United States). One is like your typical college football band, complete with choreography. The other is your typical military band. Just listen to the percussion to help you tell the difference between the two. The mice also have pipe and drum bands, fife and drum corps, and drum and bugle corps. Each and every one of them credit Leo the Tiger as their inspiration, and it goes without saying that he is, without a doubt, not just the greatest Forsythian drum major that ever lived, but the greatest Forsythian that ever lived, period. I don't say that to give him a big head, however. I'd be in big trouble if I was trying to give him a big head, just as he would be if he got a big head from it. (He never does, though; he's always modest and humble, and will usually respond to something by saying, "Oh, it was nothing.")
The conert mice play as a concert band, a brass band, a symphony orchestra, sing in choirs, and have several smaller groups that they'll use to perform. (The mice who live with me have string quartets and quintets, a saxophone ensemble, and other such groups of that nature.) A select number of these mice, however, will also play jazz, both big band and small combo style, so they'll wear the tuxedos for that as well.
When the assignments call for something along the lines of Japanese taiko drumming, the mice will wear karate uniforms. (Some of them actually do karate, so that helps them.)
Some, but not all of Leo's parallels have mice living with them as well, as mentioned above. If the parallel, however, is a martial artist lion, such as Leng the Bokator Lion, then the mice will dress differently, even though they may play various music. This is also because all the musical mice also got the same powers we got when CNG got us: they can change clothes on the fly, they can make sounds with their hands and feet, they can summon any musical instrument and play it as if they've been playing it for years, even if they've never played it before, and they can summon portals to help them get from place to place faster. These powers do come in handy sometimes. Lemboe the Island Lion, for instance, lives a life with no money whatsoever, and needs only his martial arts skills (lethal as they are) to survive. There are tiny mice who follow his example. But if he's having a bad or glum day (and sometimes he does), the mice will cheer him up by summoning the instruments and playing a symphony or military march for him.
In the case of Lennart the Viking Lion, the big castle was meant to be for him and him alone, but a mysterious masked man had captured a ton of tiny mice and dumped them on the island where his castle is, even though the castle was for him and him alone. His intentions were to leave them out in the cold to die, and he managed to catch the right part of the island, and the right moment, since he somehow got past the security guards and technologies. What he did not know, however, was that these mice were also musicians with the same batch of superpowers, and so they managed to hide inside the house using their portal trick so that he couldn't do anything else to them.
When we asked these mice about it, they didn't reveal to us at the time that they had superpowers, and could have just escaped the masked man. They let their fears get the better of them. They determined that since were going to be criminals against their wills for being stuck in Lennart's castle, they might as well find a way to make themselves useful, so they managed to clean the place from top to bottom. Thus, when Lennart found them in his master bedroom, they were in the process of cleaning it. "I never had servants before," he said to the mice, "but believe me, I am very thankful for it. Do not fear; I am not going to go berserk on you." (Again, he didn't know they had these powers, and we are now just learning that the mice had apparently forgotten that they had these powers due to the fact that when they entered the castle, some amnesia effect connected to the CNG that the disgruntled former TBTC used to start the 3D printer that helped build the castle. This may or may not influence the decision of the judges at the trial, but we're still waiting on the results of that. It's being done behind closed doors, and nobody is allowed to film it.)
Today, however, we decided to hold a big parade in King Leo's huge palace, and tons of marching mice were the stars of the parade, keeping in perfect step. The big animals, such as King Leo, myself, Roger (Snare Soldier), etc., just stood to the side and saluted them as they marched by, and then waited in the throne room for their return. The parade routes took them all around the castle, and for our benefit, the magical effects allowed us to listen to the music as if we were listening to a CD player, or an .mp3 file, at a reasonable volume.
When they reached the throne room again, two royal guards opened the doors to allow them in, and they approached the throne as they kept marching, but made sure to stop on the right spot. It made them nervous, because they could see the glorious King Leo dressed in his royal robe and crown (with appropriate clothes underneath), seated on his majestic throne, but they gathered up the courage to keep playing and marching as necessary. By the time they came to a halt, King Leo could still see that they were nervous wrecks, but when he arose to his feet, the mice all suddenly snapped to attention; everyone then played the national anthem.
"At ease," King Leo called, and the mice relaxed. "Thank you to you all for a splendid performance, as well as your service and dedication to the world. The world is very lucky to have you all, even if they don't know it. May you continue to bless us all with your talents, skills, kind deeds, and any other ways you bring joy to the world."
The mice all smiled and felt so much better.
The rest of the day was filled with orchestral music, and the mice were happy to know their music made us happy.
THE END
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Tons and Tons of Tiny Mice
Timpani Tiger speaking. You may have heard a few stories here and there about the tons of tiny resident mice that live around the world. It boggles the mind sometimes to know that this is reality; it also sometimes gives the governments of the world a headache, because these tiny mice are also citizens of their countries, who work honest jobs to make an honest living. Thus, they must be included in the world's population count. They also pay taxes and bills. Everything just has to be shrunk down to their size, since these mice are actual size, and not human size. How small, you ask? Think of how tall Jerry is (as in Tom and Jerry), or the mice from those old Mighty Mouse cartoons that the cats are always torturing. That's how big they are. Yet the world welcomes them with open arms, and they have done us all a great service.
As far as the G-52s and their allies are concerned, the resident mice occupying the homes are primarily if the G-52 or ally themselves is a musician on the art side of music (classical, jazz, marching band, etc.). The rock stars such as Cripto don't have resident mice in their homes. This is to allow the mice to play their music, as well as help us test any compositions or arrangements we might have written ourselves. All the Drumbum leaders, myself included, have mice in their homes. The mice also find ways to clean our houses and help us with the chores, so we thank them for that, and sometimes we struggle to find ways to say thank you, but the mice I have told me that the work is its own reward. (You might also see restaurants have tiny mice working alongside the humans and anthro animals, for example.) The mice, therefore, are able to run their own banks, create their own products made in the USA, and most importantly to musicians like me, build and play their own musical instruments, as well as sometimes sing.
Some mice, however, have relocated due to circumstances beyond their control, or in response to a tragedy that scarred them. For example, when Leonid the Cold Lion lost his temper at the dopers who cost Russia all hopes for Olympic gold, the mice living with him were so upset about it, they fled. They ended up at the home of Leonce the Romantic Lion of France, and so the amount of mice living with and working for him doubled. (They all had to relocate again because Leonce was elected President of France. I don't know where they went, though.) Leonid will never have them back, but thankfully, he was able to apologize to them and make amends with them, and they forgave him.
When Leo the Patriotic Lion was elected the President of the United States, Tom the Patriotic Tiger volunteered to be his Vice-President. This is a different scenario because it was an abrupt change in their lives they weren't wanting, and given the nature of the jobs, and the fact they were able to sell their homes to allow them to move into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, the odds are that they won't gain these mice back. However, both thanked them for their service and dedication, and both made sure that these mice had a wonderful life afterwards. The mice that were living with Leo now reside alongside King Leo V of Kriegland, giving him double the amount of mice that were living in his palace. The mice that were living with Tom now reside with King Lionel XVIII of Leonine, giving him double the amount of mice that were living inside his palace.
Though this is not true of all the mice, the musical mice living with the musical G-52s and their allies all have the same things in common. They have a tendency to around half-naked given the nature of their anatomy, but just like Daren the Lion, they're not doing anything wrong because the anatomy doesn't match human anatomy, so there are no parts showing. Thus, they have the top part, but no pants, and nothing on their feet. (King Lionel, although he doesn't do it so much anymore, took a lot of heat from the haters when it was discovered that he liked to parade around naked, with only a shako and military field drum. His defense, however, was that there are other naked cartoon characters out and about, such as Tony the Tiger; I'm not counting the ascot he wears with his name on it. Nobody gave a hiss about them, so why should they diss His Mightiness? In the end, CNG punished them and everybody else guilty of falling for political correctness. It's poison for the brain!)
There are generally two divisions of the musical mice, though it is not uncommon to see the two work together. There are the mice who like to march, although they will stand still when necessary, and there are the concert mice that typically perform on a stage. The marching mice all wear drum major uniforms, usually modeled on the generic circus-style uniforms we've seen time and time again. The concert mice all wear a black tuxedo with bowtie. The conductor mouse generally wears a blue or white tuxedo.
The marching mice follow Leo the Tiger's example of leading multiple bands, because there are two full marching bands of mice that reside in the homes of each G-52 or ally who has one (at least in the United States). One is like your typical college football band, complete with choreography. The other is your typical military band. Just listen to the percussion to help you tell the difference between the two. The mice also have pipe and drum bands, fife and drum corps, and drum and bugle corps. Each and every one of them credit Leo the Tiger as their inspiration, and it goes without saying that he is, without a doubt, not just the greatest Forsythian drum major that ever lived, but the greatest Forsythian that ever lived, period. I don't say that to give him a big head, however. I'd be in big trouble if I was trying to give him a big head, just as he would be if he got a big head from it. (He never does, though; he's always modest and humble, and will usually respond to something by saying, "Oh, it was nothing.")
The conert mice play as a concert band, a brass band, a symphony orchestra, sing in choirs, and have several smaller groups that they'll use to perform. (The mice who live with me have string quartets and quintets, a saxophone ensemble, and other such groups of that nature.) A select number of these mice, however, will also play jazz, both big band and small combo style, so they'll wear the tuxedos for that as well.
When the assignments call for something along the lines of Japanese taiko drumming, the mice will wear karate uniforms. (Some of them actually do karate, so that helps them.)
Some, but not all of Leo's parallels have mice living with them as well, as mentioned above. If the parallel, however, is a martial artist lion, such as Leng the Bokator Lion, then the mice will dress differently, even though they may play various music. This is also because all the musical mice also got the same powers we got when CNG got us: they can change clothes on the fly, they can make sounds with their hands and feet, they can summon any musical instrument and play it as if they've been playing it for years, even if they've never played it before, and they can summon portals to help them get from place to place faster. These powers do come in handy sometimes. Lemboe the Island Lion, for instance, lives a life with no money whatsoever, and needs only his martial arts skills (lethal as they are) to survive. There are tiny mice who follow his example. But if he's having a bad or glum day (and sometimes he does), the mice will cheer him up by summoning the instruments and playing a symphony or military march for him.
In the case of Lennart the Viking Lion, the big castle was meant to be for him and him alone, but a mysterious masked man had captured a ton of tiny mice and dumped them on the island where his castle is, even though the castle was for him and him alone. His intentions were to leave them out in the cold to die, and he managed to catch the right part of the island, and the right moment, since he somehow got past the security guards and technologies. What he did not know, however, was that these mice were also musicians with the same batch of superpowers, and so they managed to hide inside the house using their portal trick so that he couldn't do anything else to them.
When we asked these mice about it, they didn't reveal to us at the time that they had superpowers, and could have just escaped the masked man. They let their fears get the better of them. They determined that since were going to be criminals against their wills for being stuck in Lennart's castle, they might as well find a way to make themselves useful, so they managed to clean the place from top to bottom. Thus, when Lennart found them in his master bedroom, they were in the process of cleaning it. "I never had servants before," he said to the mice, "but believe me, I am very thankful for it. Do not fear; I am not going to go berserk on you." (Again, he didn't know they had these powers, and we are now just learning that the mice had apparently forgotten that they had these powers due to the fact that when they entered the castle, some amnesia effect connected to the CNG that the disgruntled former TBTC used to start the 3D printer that helped build the castle. This may or may not influence the decision of the judges at the trial, but we're still waiting on the results of that. It's being done behind closed doors, and nobody is allowed to film it.)
Today, however, we decided to hold a big parade in King Leo's huge palace, and tons of marching mice were the stars of the parade, keeping in perfect step. The big animals, such as King Leo, myself, Roger (Snare Soldier), etc., just stood to the side and saluted them as they marched by, and then waited in the throne room for their return. The parade routes took them all around the castle, and for our benefit, the magical effects allowed us to listen to the music as if we were listening to a CD player, or an .mp3 file, at a reasonable volume.
When they reached the throne room again, two royal guards opened the doors to allow them in, and they approached the throne as they kept marching, but made sure to stop on the right spot. It made them nervous, because they could see the glorious King Leo dressed in his royal robe and crown (with appropriate clothes underneath), seated on his majestic throne, but they gathered up the courage to keep playing and marching as necessary. By the time they came to a halt, King Leo could still see that they were nervous wrecks, but when he arose to his feet, the mice all suddenly snapped to attention; everyone then played the national anthem.
"At ease," King Leo called, and the mice relaxed. "Thank you to you all for a splendid performance, as well as your service and dedication to the world. The world is very lucky to have you all, even if they don't know it. May you continue to bless us all with your talents, skills, kind deeds, and any other ways you bring joy to the world."
The mice all smiled and felt so much better.
The rest of the day was filled with orchestral music, and the mice were happy to know their music made us happy.
THE END
Timpani Tiger comments on the huge amounts of resident mice that also populate this earth.
Parallels of Leo are joint-owned by me and Chuong
Leo himself, G-52s, Drumbums, etc. © me and me alone
Parallels of Leo are joint-owned by me and Chuong
Leo himself, G-52s, Drumbums, etc. © me and me alone
Category Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 120 x 120px
Chuong: So how do tiny mice live in South Africa?
Majoni: Why do you ask?
Juno: South Africa is known for an almost endangered mammal that is the deadliest in the world. It hunts at night, has sharp teeth, claws, and can kill up to about 3,000 rodents a day. It also hunts birds at night as well. Hiding from it is nearly impossible due to its extremely keen senses and sights.
Chuong: What kind of animal would that be?
Juno: The black-footed cat. *He shows Chuong and others photos of the animal in question.*
Zax: That looks like a housecat.
Chuong: This cute kitty is Earth's deadliest mammal?
Juno: Housecats are pretty deadly too so they aren't too different from this cat. These cats are small, allowing them to hide just about anywhere before pouncing on their prey. However, they make terrible housecats and it is impossible to train them so they'll tear up your furniture and bite if you try to keep them as pets since they're wild animals. Letsego the Adventurous Lion of South Africa is very familiar with this specific animal so tiny mice of South Africa have their smartphones linked to a national security network that notifies animal control and the C.I.D.F. if black-footed cats are nearby so they remove them and return them to the wild. In Australia, due to cats having negative impacts on their environment with their animals, the government considers the black-footed cat as a biological weapon of mass destruction that if anyone smuggles even one of them into Australia, they are immediately charged for bioterrorism in the country. They basically forbid visitors from bringing their housecats with them since the Australia has enough housecats with their owners as it is.
Chuong: Wow... Yet it looks so adorable. How can something so scary look that cute? *To Letsego* So keeping tiny mice citizens in your country safe from black-footed cats doesn't keep you up too much does it?
Majoni: Why do you ask?
Juno: South Africa is known for an almost endangered mammal that is the deadliest in the world. It hunts at night, has sharp teeth, claws, and can kill up to about 3,000 rodents a day. It also hunts birds at night as well. Hiding from it is nearly impossible due to its extremely keen senses and sights.
Chuong: What kind of animal would that be?
Juno: The black-footed cat. *He shows Chuong and others photos of the animal in question.*
Zax: That looks like a housecat.
Chuong: This cute kitty is Earth's deadliest mammal?
Juno: Housecats are pretty deadly too so they aren't too different from this cat. These cats are small, allowing them to hide just about anywhere before pouncing on their prey. However, they make terrible housecats and it is impossible to train them so they'll tear up your furniture and bite if you try to keep them as pets since they're wild animals. Letsego the Adventurous Lion of South Africa is very familiar with this specific animal so tiny mice of South Africa have their smartphones linked to a national security network that notifies animal control and the C.I.D.F. if black-footed cats are nearby so they remove them and return them to the wild. In Australia, due to cats having negative impacts on their environment with their animals, the government considers the black-footed cat as a biological weapon of mass destruction that if anyone smuggles even one of them into Australia, they are immediately charged for bioterrorism in the country. They basically forbid visitors from bringing their housecats with them since the Australia has enough housecats with their owners as it is.
Chuong: Wow... Yet it looks so adorable. How can something so scary look that cute? *To Letsego* So keeping tiny mice citizens in your country safe from black-footed cats doesn't keep you up too much does it?
Letsego: It has at times, I do admit. But I am looking out for their safety, those tiny mice, in order to ensure they live safe lives in my country. It's the same for the birds; these cats can kill birds in flight. I once witnessed that happen as well. I don't lost a lot of sleep over it, though. Also, last I checked, those black-footed cats were classified as vulnerable.
Obviously this doesn't apply to any anthro black-footed cats living in South Africa; those do exist, but they do not go after the mice. Some might even be serving in the C.I.D.F., ironically.
Super C: Caticon did have felines of all types, yes, including the black-footed cat. I'm just your generic orange tabby if you were not sure about me.
Letsego: That I was wondering about, yes. Anyway, some of the anthro black-footed cats in the C.I.D.F. have even helped a good number of these tiny mice move to the UK, the US, or Canada at times, but we will always have plenty of tiny mice. Tiny mice are essential to society.
Obviously this doesn't apply to any anthro black-footed cats living in South Africa; those do exist, but they do not go after the mice. Some might even be serving in the C.I.D.F., ironically.
Super C: Caticon did have felines of all types, yes, including the black-footed cat. I'm just your generic orange tabby if you were not sure about me.
Letsego: That I was wondering about, yes. Anyway, some of the anthro black-footed cats in the C.I.D.F. have even helped a good number of these tiny mice move to the UK, the US, or Canada at times, but we will always have plenty of tiny mice. Tiny mice are essential to society.
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