A lovely story from Betul, full of friendship and kindness. Enjoy. 🙂
Response to Diane Wallace Peach’s February Speculative Prompt
‘The good days are over’, his cousin said loudly.
‘Yes, look at us squeezing in this place like that.’ added his friend from the other side of the house.
Indeed, there were so many fellow mice on one tiny house that Harry felt breathless. He put his head up and out of the mice pile to get some air. But that did not help much. It was too cold outside, so his little nose almost froze instantly. It was not as strong as his body was. His body was still enduring the cold. But his nose. That was weak. So, he had to put his head back into the pile.
To find some comfort, he started cuddling his mom. He looked at his dad while he did that. He looked anxious. So did his mom, actually.
‘Mom, will we die here?’…
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