"The White Paddler" Episode 1

Pinehollows, capital of the Mouseward of Willow Pointe

A colder than normal wind blew through Willow Pointe as the sun hid itself behind a large patch of gray clouds. Without the sun on his blond fur, Larson Glimmers shivered slightly and pulled his pale yellow cowl a little higher over his face (pulling it up as a his hood would be much too preliminary since it was just the beginning of Fall) as he hurried to the Great Hall in his hometown of Pinehollows, capital as it were of the Mouseward of Willow Pointe.

Larson kept his head down as he adeptly weaved in and out of other mice carrying on with their daily activities. He just did not have the time to chat with fellow mice who might want him to relay his latest exploits, for the message he received yesterday from Chief Bitterberry was brief and to the point. It stated to be at the Great Hall to meet with him immediately after Rest'send. 

Every day, for the four hours of midday when the sun was at it highest point and gave daytime predators clear vision to spot the mus, all mice went home or found a shaded hiding spot to hide away and rest until it was safer to go about their business again. It was common to setup meetings after Rest'send before any work done during dusk.

Larson knew from previous meetings - which, of course, were no fault of his own - that Chief Bitterberry does not tolerate tardiness. But today, Larson had rested a little long and had to make up time rushing to the Great Hall or he would be late.

Welcome to Rodentia!

Welcome to the land of Rodentia, home of the folk of the same name, small, furry folk that live in a big, dangerous world. Though its people are civilized, most of Rodentia is a wilderness filled with beauty and danger.

Here you can read about the Rodentians, their lands, and their struggles to live in such a treacherous world.

- Peter B. & K. L. Frank