Mouse manoeuvres

The last month has sped past at a phenomenal rate.   At one point I was completely certain that we would not succeed in packing up and moving out of our full-size home before Completion Day arrived on 18th October.   Far easier to move many mini-houses!

But we made it and are now snugly esconced in our much smaller, rented, property where we can, I hope, relax for a few weeks before considering "What next?"   Butterfly has a beautiful craft room and I have a glorious bedroom.

And I suppose I should turn my mind to another blogpost.   But it's actually quite difficult when so much has been going on in the past few weeks, and I am many hundreds of kilometres away from Small Worlds.   But it's mice to the rescue!   Or rather it's Maximilian's Troupe of Amazing Performing Mouses.   They have a number of fans amongst the readers of this blog and just before I went away I thought I would stock up with some photos so that they could feature over the coming months, before I get back to Bavorov.  

Many of you will remember how the mice took up residence in a carefully designed home.






Some rich relations arrived for a visit but then decided to flee to a tranquil garden rather than be besieged by many tiny mouses.   Well, this excursion has inspired the young mice to plead for one of their own and Maximilian has taken up the challenge.

Cue digression:  one of the problems for non-English speakers is our rather cavalier attitude to plurals.   I offer this helpful guide to such readers of this blog who may have become confused by my somewhat inconsistent approach to the plural form of the stars of this post :

Now if mouse in the plural should be, and is, mice,
Then house in the plural, of course, should be hice,
And grouse should be grice and spouse should be spice
And by the same token should blouse become blice.

And consider the goose with its plural of geese;
Then a double caboose should be called a cabeese,
And noose should be neese and moose should be meese
And if mama's papoose should be twins, it's papeese.

Then if one thing is that, while some more is called those,
Then more than one hat, I assume, would be hose,
And gnat would be gnose and pat would be pose,
And likewise the plural of rat would be rose.......


Maximilian decided to take advantage of his juniors' wish for excitement and give them a little useful circus training at the same time.   After all, although he and his partner were trying to start a mouse chorale, it was still early days and, judging by the choir practices, a sideline might not come amiss.

So off he went to the nearest cycle shop, housed in a handy breadbin, and ordered an assortment of bicycles to be delivered as soon as possible. 

When the bikes arrived there was, of course, considerable argument as to who would ride what, but Maximilian had not been a successful ringmaster for nothing.   He soon allocated the bicycles to his satisfaction, and the troupe set off for the nearest suitable practice area, in the grounds of a nearby stately home, formerly inhabited by smurfs.   Who knows, maybe they will return one day to take up residence again.

As you can see from the photos - from teenage to tot mouse, a very good time was had by all!

They all enjoyed themselves so much that when they got home they didn't stop badgering Maximilian for another day out.   But that of course, is a different story......

I am sorry there has been such a long gap between posts;  I shall try to be with you again soon.   In the meantime, thank you for continuing to follow the story of Small Worlds.  It means a lot to me to be able to share my hobby - or should I say obsession? - with so many people.