Little Mouse Bic

Chapter 1 The Little Mouse Becomes a Navigator

The children put the boat into the river. The brother used a knife to make a boat from several thick pieces of pine bark, and the sister put on a sail made of rags.

On a large ship, a long mast is needed.

"It's better to use a straight branch." The brother said, took the knife and walked into the bush to look for it.

He suddenly shouted there: "Rat! Rat!" My sister ran to him.

"I cut off the branches," her brother told her, "and they screamed! A whole group! There is one here, under the root of the tree. Just wait, I will take it right away... "He used a knife to cut the roots of the tree and pulled out a mouse.

"How small it is!" My sister was surprised, "It's yellow again! Is there really such a mouse?" "This is a mouse," the brother explained, "Vole. There are every kind. It has a certain name, but I don’t know what this one is called.” The little mouse opened its pink mouth and cried “Bick”, “Bick”.

"Bick! It's saying, its name is Bick!" My sister laughed, "Look, it's trembling! Alas, there's blood on its ears. It must be catching When it arrived, your knife cut it. How painful it was!" "I want to kill it anyway!" My brother said angrily, "Why should I kill them all? "Where's the food?" "Let it go!" the sister begged, "it's still small!" But the brother refused, "I want to throw it into the river!" He said and walked towards the river. go.

The girl immediately thought of a way to save the little mouse.

"Stop!" She shouted to her brother, "You know what? Put it in one of our biggest boats and let it go on a trip!" Her brother agreed to this approach. ──The little mouse will definitely drown in the river anyway. It was quite interesting to let the boat out with a living passenger.

They rigged the sail, put the little mouse in the wooden boat, and put it into the river. The wind pushed the boat, pushing it away from the river bank.

The little mouse clung to the dry bark and remained motionless. Children waved to it from the shore.

At this time, their family asked them to go back. They also saw the light boat, with its full sail, missing at the bend of the river.

"Poor little Bic," the girl said after they returned home, "surely, the wind will capsize the boat, and Bic will eventually drown." The boy said nothing. He was thinking about how he could get rid of all the rats in the barn.

Chapter 2 The boat capsized

The little mouse floated on the boat made of pine bark. The wind pushed the boat farther and farther away from the river bank. The surrounding light was filled with high waves of water. The vast river surface looked like a big ocean to the little mouse Bick.

Bic was only 2 weeks old. It will not hunt for food on its own, nor will it avoid its enemies. That day, the mother mouse took her babies out of the nest for a walk for the first time. While the little one was scaring the family of mice, she was nursing them.

Piccolo is still a suckling mouse. The children played a cruel joke on it. They sent a young, defenseless mouse on such a dangerous journey. They might as well kill it all at once.

The whole world is dealing with it. The wind blew, as if it was bound to capsize the boat; the waves hit the boat, as if it was bound to sink to the bottom of the dark river. Beasts, birds, fish, and reptiles all deal with it. Everything was detrimental to this ignorant, defenseless little mouse.

Several big white gulls first saw Piccolo. They flew down and circled around the boat. They screamed angrily because they couldn't kill the little mouse all at once. They are afraid of flying down and hitting the hard bark, which may injure their mouths. A few fell to the water and swam to catch up with the boat.

A barracuda rose from the bottom of the river and swam behind the boat. It was waiting for the white gull to push the little mouse into the water. At that time, it can eat the little mouse without any effort.

Bik heard the cunning cry of the white gull. It closed its eyes and waited for death.

At this moment, a cunning big bird flew from behind to catch the fish and eat the white-tailed lican. The white gulls immediately scattered and flew away.

The white-tailed pelican saw the rat on the boat and the barracuda following it swimming beside the boat. It lowered its wings and charged straight down. It rushed alongside the boat. The tip of the wing touched the sail, and the boat was knocked over by it. The white-tailed bean grabbed the barracuda with its talons, and when it finally rose up from the water, there was nothing on the capsized boat. The white gull saw this from a distance and flew away. They were thinking that the little mouse must have sunk.

Piccolo has never learned to swim.

As soon as it fell into the water, in order to prevent it from sinking, it only knew how to shake its four feet. It floated up and grabbed the boat with its teeth.

It drifted together with the capsized boat. After a while, the waves pushed the boat to an unfamiliar shore. Bick jumped onto the beach and quickly got into the bushes. Went.

This is indeed a capsized boat. It is good luck for the little passenger to survive.

Chapter 3

Piccolo was soaked in water. It licked its fur with its little tongue. After a while, the fur was all dry and it felt a little warmer.

It wanted to eat, but it was afraid when it went outside the bushes. The sharp cry of white gulls came from the river. Therefore, it stays hungry all day long.

It finally got dark. The birds were all asleep, and only the sound of the water waves was still crashing against the approaching river bank.

Piccolo carefully climbed up from under the bush. When it looked, there was nothing. It was like a small black ball, rolling into the grass in a hurry.

It desperately looks for food, sucking and eating whatever leaves and stems it can see. But there is no milk in it. It had to bite or chew them with its teeth. Suddenly, a mild juice flowed from a stem and flowed into its mouth. The juice is sweet, just like mother's milk.

Piccolo ate this stem, and then went to look for other similar stems. It was so hungry that it looked around and found nothing.

A round moon has risen above the tall grass. Black shadows flew silently across the sky. They were agile bats chasing butterflies flying at night.

In the grass, slight chirping sounds can be heard everywhere. Some were moving there, some were walking around in the bushes, and some were jumping in the vines.

Piccolo is eating. It gnaws the stems all the way to the ground. The stem fell down, and cold dewdrops fell on the little mouse. On the top of the fallen stem, there are small spikes growing, which are very delicious. Now Bick has found them. It sat down, raised the stalk with its front legs like hands, and quickly ate the ear.

"Snap!" Not far from the little mouse, something hit the ground.

Piccolo stopped chewing and listened carefully. There was a sound of "scratching" and "scraping" in the grass.

"Crack it!" Another sound came from behind the haystack in front of it. "Catch it!" There was a living thing in the grass, jumping towards the little mouse.

Piccolo was about to turn back quickly and run into the bushes.

"Snap!" jumped up from behind.

"Swipe!" and "Swapa" were heard from all directions.

"Shoot!" The voice was very close in front.

There was a living thing, its long legs hopping in the grass.

"Clap!" With a sound, a little frog with protruding eyes fell to the ground, landing right in front of Piccolo's nose. It stared at the little mouse in panic. The little mouse looked at its smooth skin with strangeness and fear... They sat facing each other, and no one knew what to do.

The surroundings are the same as before, with the sounds of "wipe!" One jump. The slightly rapid sounds of "Xisuo" and "Xisuo" are getting closer and closer.

In an instant, the little mouse saw a silver-gray snake crawling over behind a little frog, dragging its long and soft body. The snake crawled downwards, and the long hind legs of a small frog were still shaking in its open mouth. Piccolo didn't see what happened next. It jumped away in a hurry. Even without knowing it, it was already squatting on the branch of a shrub very high from the ground.

He spent the rest of the night there, his belly hurting terribly from the grass.

Bik no longer worries about starvation, he has learned how to find food on his own. However, how can it resist all enemies alone?

Rats always live in groups, which makes it easier to resist enemy attacks. Anyone who notices an approaching enemy will just make a squeak and everyone will hide.

Piccolo is just alone. It needs to find other mice quickly and live with them. Piccolo set out to find it. As long as it can bear it, it always tries its best to climb towards the bush. There are so many snakes in this place that they dare not crawl down to the ground. It's really good at learning how to climb trees. The tail helped him a lot. Its tail is long and soft and can climb branches. Relying on such a hook, it can climb up and down the twigs, no worse than the long-tailed monkey.

From big branch to big branch, from small branch to small branch, from tree to tree, Bik climbed like this for three consecutive nights. At the end, the shrubs are gone, and beyond that is the grassland.

Piccolo was in the bushes and did not encounter any mice.

The grassland is dry and there are no snakes. The little mouse became bold and dared to walk even during the day. Now it eats whatever it encounters, including seeds and tubers of various plants, hard-shelled insects, caterpillars, and small insects. Soon, it learned a new way to escape its enemies.

What happened was that Bic dug up some hard worm larvae in the ground. He sat up on his hind legs and chewed them carefully. The sun was shining brightly and grasshoppers were jumping around in the grass. Bick saw a small wild goose on the distant grassland, but Bick was not very afraid. Wild Goose, a bird slightly smaller than a pigeon, hangs motionless in the sky, as if hanging on a rope. Only its wings moved slightly, and its head kept turning.

The little mouse didn’t know how powerful the wild goose’s eyes were.

Piccolo's little chest is white. When it sat, its little chest could be seen from a distance on the brown ground. Piccolo knew the danger, but the wild geese had already rushed down from above and rushed towards him like arrows. It was too late to escape, the little mouse's feet were too frightened to move. It pressed its chest so tightly to the ground that it almost lost consciousness.

The wild goose flew to the little mouse, and suddenly flew back into the sky, its pointed wings almost touching Bic. The wild goose couldn't figure out where the little mouse had hidden. Just now it only saw the little mouse's white and bright little chest, but suddenly it was gone again. It stared closely at the place where the little mouse was sitting, but all it saw was brown mud.

But Bick was still lying there, still in Yeyan's sight. It turns out that the fur on its back is brown, almost the same color as soil. Looking down from above, you can't spot it.

A green grasshopper just jumped out of the grass. The wild goose rushed down, grabbed it and flew until it was out of sight.

Protective coloration saved Piccolo's life. From that moment on, as soon as it detects an enemy in the distance, it immediately presses its body to the ground and remains motionless. The protective color will take effect and hide it from the sharp eyes.

Chapter 4

Bic ran on the grassland every day. He searched everywhere but could not find any trace of mice. Later, we arrived at a bush. Behind the jungle, Piccolo heard the familiar sound of crashing waves.

The little mouse should turn around and walk in the other direction. He ran all night, and in the morning he found himself running in a dried-up pond.

The place here is completely made of dry sedge, and it is very difficult to escape in the sedge. The main reason is that there is nothing to satisfy one's hunger - there has never been a single maggot, caterpillar, or even one. A juicy grass.

The next night, the little mouse had no strength at all. It struggled to reach a hill and fell. Its eyes were glued shut and its throat was dry as hell. It lay down and licked the cold dew on the sedge to moisten its throat a little.

The sky began to dawn, and Bick saw the mountains covered with moss from a distance from the hill, and the grassland behind them. Those moist grasses grow as high as a wall. But the little mouse no longer had the strength to get up and go to the grass.

The sun finally came out. The dew was instantly wiped away by the hot rays of the sun.

Piccolo thought it was doomed. It used all its strength to crawl over, but immediately fell down and rolled down the hill. It landed on its back first, with its feet in the air. Now it saw only a moss-covered hill in front of it.

In the hillock, there is a deep, black hole, facing it directly, but the hole is very narrow, and even Piccolo's head cannot get through.

The little mouse Bick saw something moving deep in the hole.

After a while, a fat and furry mountain bee appeared at the entrance of the cave. It climbed out of the small hole, scratched its round feet with its feet, flapped its wings, and flew into the sky.

The mountain bee made a circle on the hill, flew back towards its small hole, and landed at the entrance of the hole. It stood there and worked with its hard wings, and the wind blew all the way to the little mouse.

"Buzz!" The wings sounded, "Buzz!..." This mountain bee is the trumpeter of the mountain bee. It drives fresh air into the deep and long hole to change some air in the hole and wake up the nearby mountain bees who are still sleeping in the nest.

After a while, all the mountain bees crawled out of the small holes one by one and flew to the grassland to collect honey. The trumpeter was the last to fly. Piccolo was left alone. It already knows what it should do in order to survive. It crawled over with its front legs desperately and reached the entrance of the mountain bee's small hole. The sweet smell rushed to its nose from there.

Piccolo bumps the dirt with his nose. The dirt fell.

It hit one after another until it dug a hole. At the bottom of the hole is a large honeycomb made of gray wax.

In some hives, there are larvae of mountain bees lying, and in other hives, they are filled with fragrant yellow honey.

The little mouse licked the sweet food greedily. After licking up all the honey, it turned to the worms and ate them alive.

The strength in its body recovered immediately - it had never had such a full meal since leaving its mother. It still digs through the soil and now it has no trouble finding all the new hives that are filled with honey and worms. Suddenly, something stabbed it on the cheek. Piccolo jumped away, and a large female wasp crawled towards him from the ground.

Bic wanted to pounce on it, but the wings of the mountain bees made a buzzing sound on its head - the mountain bees had returned from the grassland. The whole army of them rushed towards the little mouse, and it had no choice but to run away.

Piccolo jumped away from them. The hair on its body protected it from the powerful stings of mountain bees. But the mountain bee picked out the sparsely haired areas on its body to prick it, pricking its ears, feet, and forehead. In one breath, it didn't know that it had such agility and ran to the grassland, hiding in the dense grass. The bees left him alone and returned to their robbed nests.

On this day, Bick walked through a wet swamp and reached the river bank again.

Piccolo is already on an island. When Piccolo came to this island, there was no one there. There are not even rats on the island. Only birds, snakes and frogs lived there, because they had to cross a wide river and were indifferent.

Piccolo had to live alone surrounded by enemies.

The famous Robinson Crusoe was thinking about how to live alone when he arrived on a desert island. The first step was to build a house for himself to withstand wind, rain and enemy attacks. Then gather some food to survive the winter.

Piccolo is just a little mouse, and he doesn't think so thoughtfully. But what it did was just like Binson. The first thing it did was to build a house.

No one has taught it to build a house, this ability is in its bloodline. It was built exactly like all rats of its kind.

On the swamp, there are tall reeds growing, with sedge sandwiched between them. These reeds and sedge are good materials for making nests for mice. Piccolo picked a few small reeds growing side by side, climbed on top of them, bit off a section of the top, and then bit open the top with his teeth. It is light and small, so the grass can easily support it.

It looks for leaves again. It climbs up the grass and bites the leaves off the stems. When the leaves fell, the little mouse crawled underneath, lifted the leaves with his two feet, and clenched them with his teeth to tear them apart. The little mouse picked up the fibrous tendons on the leaves and embedded them flatly in the upper ends of the split stems. It climbed up the same thin reeds, pressed them under it, and connected their upper ends one by one.

As a result, it had a small, round house, which looked like a bird's nest. The entire room was as big as a child's fist.

The little mouse is next to the house, making an exit; the house is covered with caress, leaves and tiny grass roots. It is made of soft and warm wadding to make a bed. This bedroom is so well done.

Now Piccolo has a place to rest and hide from wind, rain and enemies. This grass nest is hidden among the tall reeds and dense clumps of grass. Even with sharp eyes, it will not be noticed from a distance. No snake can crawl into the nest. Even the real Robinson Crusoe wouldn't have thought of a better way.

Chapter 5 Days passed day by day

The little mouse lived peacefully in his cabin in the sky. It has grown quite a lot, but it has grown very small. It won't grow up anymore, because Piccolo is a small mouse. These mice are smaller than gray house mice.

Now, Piccolo is often away from home for long periods of time. On a hot day, it took a bath in a pond not far from the grassland.

Once, it went out from home at night and found two mountain beehives in the grassland. After eating enough honey, it lay down in the grass there and fell asleep.

Bick didn't go home until morning. It was under the nest and had already noticed that something was not good. A wide strip of mucus stuck to the ground and a stem, and a fat tail stretched out from the outside of the nest. This scare to the little mouse was really extraordinary. This smooth and fat tail looks like a snake. A snake's tail is hard and has scales, but this one is smooth, soft, and full of mucus.

Piccolo plucked up the courage to crawl closer along the stem to see the uninvited guest.

At this time, the tail slowly began to rotate, and the scared little mouse immediately rolled to the ground. He hid in the grass, and from there he saw the strange thing crawling lazily out of his house.

At first, the fat tail disappeared at the entrance of the nest.

Later, two long soft horns appeared from there, with small bubbles on their heads. Later, there were two identical horns, but shorter ones. Finally, the whole grotesque head of the strange thing stuck out.

The little mouse saw it crawling out slowly. It turned out to be the smooth, soft and mucus-covered body of a big snail swimming out of its house. The snail is three Versiokes long from head to tail.

The big snail climbed down towards the ground. Its soft belly lays flat against the stem, leaving a wide strip of fluid. Piccolo didn't wait for it to crawl to the ground and had already slipped away. The soft snail won't embarrass it, but the little mouse hates this slow, slimy creature.

It was several o'clock before Bick returned home. The snail has crawled to nowhere.

The little mouse crawled into his nest. It's full of nasty slime. Piccolo threw away all the sedge and put in new ones. After it was laid, it lay down to sleep.

From then on, when it went out from home, it always blocked the door with a bunch of hay.

The days are getting shorter and the nights are especially cold.

The seeds of the weeds are ripe. The wind blew them to the ground, and flocks of birds flew to the grassland where the mice lived to pick up grass seeds.

Bick was very full. It is getting fatter day by day. Its fur is so bright that it shines.

Now, this four-legged Robinson built a storage room by himself and stored food for the winter in it.

It dug a small hole in the ground, with a wider bottom. It puts grass seeds in it as if in a cellar.

Later, it decided that it was still too little. It dug a new hole next to it and connected them with a tunnel.

It rains all the time. The ground became soft, the grass withered, got wet, and fell down. Bick's thatched house fell down and now hangs not much above the ground, with mold growing inside.

Living in the house is not good. Soon all the grass will fall to the ground, and the nest will look like an obvious black ball. It is dangerous enough to hang on the reeds.

Piccolo decided to move to the ground. It is no longer afraid that snakes will crawl into its hole, or that restless frogs will scare it - the snakes and frogs have already hid in the same place.

The little mouse chose a dry and quiet place to make its nest under the hill. Piccolo built a path leading into the cave on the side that was sheltered from the wind, so that the cold wind could not blow into his place.

From the entrance, there is a long straight corridor. The end of the straight corridor is wider and becomes a small circular room. Piccolo dragged dry moss here to build a dormitory for himself.

In its new underground dormitory, it is warm and comfortable. From the underground dormitory, it dug a path to the two cellars, so that it could run there without having to come out. When the little mouse was ready, he stuffed the entrance to his summer villa in the sky with grass and moved it to his underground nest.