Quotes About Mouse

Bluefur gulped down a mouse, burping as Lionpaw jumped to his paws.

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The dead cannot sleep long when the moon is round The dead toss and turn deep in the muddy ground The dead never rest well in the living house The dead hear the secrets the owl tells the mouse

Do you think my mitten got tired of being a mitten? Maybe it just slipped off my hand and hopped away. There are no mitten tracks, but here are some mouse tracks heading toward the woodpile! Could that mouse be using my mitten for a sleeping bag? Or maybe he'll wear it next Halloween and be a mitten mummy!

Sunlight sliced through the half-bare branches and striped the forest floor like a tiger's pelt. Bluepaw smelled prey—not the dead smell of fresh-kill, but something far more enticing. She smelled mouse, sparrow, squirrel, and shrew, all with a tang of life that made her mouth water.

Fireheart couldn't bear to see her in such low spirits. "I'll take you out into the forest again," he promised. "We'll find the oldest, slowest mouse in the woods. It won't stand a chance against you.

There once was a mouse who lived in a tavern. One night the mouse found a leaky barrel of beer, and he drank all he could hold. When the mouse had finished, he sat up, twirled his whiskers, and looked around arrogantly. "Now then," he said, "where's that damned cat?

In death too, there is always something of the rich cat that lets the mouse run before devouring it.

Squeak-squeak squeak, squeak-squeak squeak. Squeak . . .

The Tale of Despereaux is the story of an unlikely hero, a mouse, who falls in love with a princess and then must save her. It's a triumph of the human spirit, via a mouse.

Shitting on a mouse is not expressly forbidden under California law.

I miss my dog." ... "What was his name again?" "Mouse." "That was very unkind of you." "Naming him mouse?" "Isn't he a greyhound?" "I could have named hum Turtle." "Frederick!"... "It's better than Frederic," Annabel said, "Good heavens, that's my brother's name.

This dapper little mouse that wore such cute clothes and said such interesting things, yeah. I thought it was a great idea to have a mouse like that in your family, so now I get to see what it was like.

Oh my goodness gracious, what you can buy off the Internet in terms of overhead photography. A trained ape can know an awful lot of what is going on in this world, just by punching on his mouse, for a relatively modest cost.

The obscure unease that Pluto has always inspired, a dog owned by a mouse, daily confronted with the mutational horror of Goofy.

If there's one thing I can't stand, its a cheeky mouse.

Ralph curled up on a heap of shredded Kleenex and took a good long nap. When he awoke refreshed, his first thought was of the motorcycle.

RALPH S. MOUSE

Ryan Bramble, the son of the hotel's new housekeeper, and Ralph, the mouse who lived under the grandfather clock.

In Hollywood, a young cartoonist named Walt Disney was inspired to create an animated short feature called "Plane Crazy" featuring a mouse who was also a pilot. The mouse was initially called Mortimer but soon assumed a more lasting place in the nation's hearts as Mickey.

Elle ferma ses petits yeux noirs et replaça sa tête en position. Le chat laissa reposer avec précaution ses canines acérées sur le cou doux et gris. Les moustaches noires de la souris se mêlaient aux siennes. Il déroula sa queue touffue et la laissa traîner sur le trottoir. Il venait, en chantant, onze petites filles aveugles de l'orphelinat de Jules l'Apostolique.

Raisins again. I like raisins, but I have a habit of losing one or two on the floor every time I eat them. I always find them later and think they are: a) a mouse turd or b) a cockroach. Then I figure out it's a raisin and sigh with relief. This pretty much happens every time I find a lost raisin.

The Macintosh uses an experimental pointing device called a 'mouse.' There is no evidence that people want to use these things.

The rush I got from crime was better than that of glue, drink or hash. I loved playing cat and mouse with the local coppers. He Who Dares Wins, the SAS motto, was very applicable to my life then.