The title before would be more appropriate.

A mouse's dream of horses and other unrelated matters.


Its 12.01 when J gets the first sms.

10 minutes later and the message count is 15. J sighs, this can't be good news.

"J, she ran off, no good. Need to find her. Help. PC"
"J, whered she go?? where are u??? PC"
"She was soo hot...."
"J man, I got her shoe, I got an idea. PC"

He found her shoe? He has an idea? This definitely cannot be good news.

And so begins yet another misadventure of J's life as Prince Charming's mate.

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As per usual, M wakes up with the rising sun. However, unlike normal days M wakes up today with an unexplainable desire to eat hay.

Mice don't like to eat hay.

M is confused.

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J met PC back in college, PC was studying the regal duties required by him while J was waxing lyrical about sunsets and soft petals falling off a snow covered rose while getting through barrel after barrel of mulled wine.

Naturally they hit it off wonderfully.

J in his often drunken haze refused to provide to PC the respect and reverence that is demanded, and PC reveled in the fact that someone treated him as a nobody.

Also PC loved his mulled wine. And the ladies.

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M tries to remember the previous night. He remembers hunting for food in the courtyard of the house. He remembers a flash of light. He remember hooves.

He finds some breadcrumbs on the kitchen floor and nibbles at it in thought.

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J finds PC on the sofa, just left of the jewel encrusted solid gold royal seats of his parents. They'd found the sofa discharged on the side of the street last year on one of their drunken stumbles back to the castle and decided that there was still some life in it yet.

"J where have u been?"
"Hey PC, sorry dude, was out at the back with that Jess chick, why are you holding a glass shoe?"