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Behind a tuft of grass, a hiding mouse watched Leon’s every move. It had been attracted by an enticing smell it had never encountered before coming from a little pouch on the back of the strange creature struggling in the sand. Oh, how delicious! The stars finally align. It is mealtime for Mousey, the mouse thought joyfully as its stomach rumbled with hunger.
A sudden noise made Leon turn around. A large mouse had appeared out of nowhere and was holding up a sign that read “TINY THINGS MATTER MOST”. Shocked, Leon stuttered, “Errr, hello, who, who are you?”
“Don’t be alarmed little one, I am your guide, Grandmaster Mousey of the Mighty Dry,” lisped the mouse, lacking several teeth. Mousey tilted his head to one side while rubbing his stomach and added, “Some call me The Pocket Mouse, but that is just vicious accusations.
