Sam Mouse
Craig Turner
language
(Paxel Publishing, April 22, 2016)
“Some Mice are Born Great, Some Mice Have Greatness Thrust Upon them…” Sam Mouse never wanted excitement, he never craved fame. All Sam wanted to do was live a simple life, appreciating some of the finer things that a mouse could want. Enjoy some nice cheese and write a book. But the arrival of a cat in the house is about to change all of that...Sam’s grandfather was a mouse hero. The sort of mouse that you read about in a book. In fact, from the comfort of his cozy nest, Sam is writing that very book about his grandfather. But while writing his grandfathers biography, Sam discovers that greatness isn’t always a choice, and that what we want and what we get from life isn’t always the same.But all that is about to change Sam’s world is turned upside down by a single letter, and soon he is forced to question everything that he knows and believes in.In the spirit of Wind in The Willows, Watership Down and the Borrowers, Sam Mouse will appeal to a wide range of readers.Excerpt from Sam MouseSam was rather annoyed as he tore open the letter, making a slight muttering sound, his whiskers twitching in annoyance. "Dear me, this is no good, no good at all," he said. The rather formal looking letter, printed on a lovely cream parchment, was from the Committee for the Protection of Mice (and affiliated rodents), Sub Branch 27.Sam would be the first to acknowledge that from time-to-time the committee had done some fine work. Most fine. Indeed, if it were not for the committee, Sam himself might not be alive today. But it doesn't take a wise mouse to know that a letter from the committee wasn't something that happened every day."Oh dear," he said as he read. "Oh dear. They’ve passed a resolution." Sam wasn't the wisest of mice, nor perhaps the most politically astute, but he certainly knew, like we all do, that once committees get it into their heads to do things such as pass resolutions, why who knows what will happen next?In the floweriest of prose, with much 'thereforing' and not a little 'henceforthing', and just a smidgen of 'wherefore', the letter proclaimed that the Committee for the Protection of Mice (and affiliated rodents), Sub Branch 27, did declare, on behalf of all Mice (and affiliated rodents) that there was a ‘rogue cat’, who was killing mice and that this cat must be dealt with, and dealt with in no uncertain terms, so that all mice (and affiliated rodents) could 'henceforth enjoy such pursuits that mice (and affiliated rodents) did choose to undertake, for the further pursuit of happiness, and for the furtherance of all mice etc. etc. etc.'.Sam came to the section dealing with exactly how the committee intended to deal with the cat. Sam gave a squeak, this time quite clearly shrill as he read that the committee had selected a mouse to deal with the cat. But no ordinary mouse. Indeed, the mouse was to be a noble mouse, a mouse of impeccable breeding, most admirably suited to out smarting such a cat. A cat killer, from a line of cat killers. Sam's grandfather was considered quite an authority when it came to cats. Indeed, Sam was in the middle of writing a book about his grandfather Noah, so he could probably pass on some very good advice. Sam's heart beat quite fast when he thought of his one and only encounter with a cat. He pushed away the thought of those big green eyes staring at him.With a shrill shriek, Sam dropped the letter and clapped both paws over his eyes. His body shivered, and his tawny fur stood up on end. Uncovering one eye, he bent down and picked up the letter. Holding it by one corner, as if were now dirty, he peered at it again.He peered, specifically, at the bit that said, quite simply:'The Committee hereby declares Sam Mouse, currently residing at No. 28 Herring Place to be the Champion Mouse.