To whom it may concern, I'm sorry. I don't

To whom it may concern, I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm sorry for, but I'm really really sorry. I'm sorry you had to put up with me for all this time. I'm sorry I had to leave.

I'm sorry for being a massive burden to you all. I'm sorry for the materials I wasted while trying to end my life. I'm sorry, this note is crap, but it's not like anyone cares.

A soft voice from the corner whispered, "I do. I care." I whipped my head around to see who that soft sweet voice belonged to. And that's how I met Hermina, my savior.

Hermina was a large rodent with stinging red eyes. She could speak through telepathy. She'd been listening to my cries and now she came to my rescue. But there was a price.

icapped person accepted the challenge, and went off to return the favor to the mouse-queen. I

felt an urge to eat two large jars of olives. Last night I couldn't think about anything but anchovies dipped in chocolate and peanut butter. Ever since I met the mouse-queen

And her family of royal mice, living in my house, I understand why they like my house. The snow babies were jealous and wantec anchovies straight out of the can. They ate them all.

The Mouse King suggested I put more wood in the fireplace to try to placate the snow babies. I was surprised he felt so protective of the snow babies. It really touched my heart.

But what really melted my heart was when the snow babies melted by the fire and all the little mouselings came out with bowls and fruit syrup and everyone had sno-cones. Hurray!