Humanized Professor Nimnul muttered as he dropped his last invention into a garbage can. He had invented it for no real reason, and could now find no way to use it for his own gain. As usual, he blamed the invention. "Stupid thing. You're useless to me." He muttered, walking away down the alley. Up above, Gadget watched with curious eyes. "I have to see what that man is up to." she said to herself. The new steering system she had installed in the Ranger Wing had worked perfectly, and on the first test. She had been on her way back to Central Park when she had spotted Professor Nimnul skulking about in the alley. Cautiously, she watched as the Professor departed, sitting precariously on a fire escape. She got to the pavement by climbing down the escape ladder, dropping from step to step. The trash can, however, proved just as big a problem. Gadget couldn't climb the smooth metal sides. Well, golly! There has to be somet
Near Death Samantha stood in a white mist. It was cold, and empty, but somehow it was comfortable. She was tired, but not tired enough to sleep. The mouse was waiting for something, but did not know what. It was so quiet, so peaceful. She was a pretty mousegirl of nineteen, barely enrolled in college. She had long, plaited red hair and twinkling green eyes. Her smile was beautiful, and clean. She usually dressed in jeans, sandals, and a t-shirt. She began to pace back and forth. She stopped to wonder how she had gotten here. The mouse curled her t-shirt nervously, straining her memory. She was walking down the street by a construction site and
someone had shouted Watch out, mousegirl!
nothing. She gritted her teeth. Why couldnt she remember? She twisted her t-shirt some more. Not a wind shifted the mist which perpetually swirled about. It was cold, but it wa