The garden looked like a garden from England, beautiful, but no sun to brighten things up. The colors were vibrant, eye popping and loud. Pink and red roses mixed with purple violets, baby's breath and sunflowers swirling this way and that among the green leaves. Trees towered here and there, their leaves peppered with blossoms of promised fruit. A blue butterfly lazily flew overhead, a green caterpillar milling it's way down the rich brown dirt garden path. John spied a scurrying a brown mouse running through the thick forest of grass a few feet away.

John sniggered to himself, wondering how George would react when he told him about this place. He considered plucking a few flowers for proof but discovered he was to small now, the plants either towering above him or matching his new height of four inches. John sighed, wondering how he'd get back to normal height-although this would certainly be proof enough right?

Then he wondered how everyone would react to hearing he'd gotten himself shrunk just to be able to gloat over a garden. He smiled, reminded of when Paul had to get "shrunk" for that one movie and wondered if he could relate to John's current predicament.

Just then the sky groaned overhead and John looked up in time to see lights run across the clouds. He groaned, looking this way and that for some sort of shelter but it was to late. Large, fat, drops of water ambushed John who broke into a run as he hurried down the path. Fearing he'd be crushed by the water or drowned, he tried his best to dodge this way and that until he heard his feet slapping the water underfoot. The entire garden was becoming flooded and he was worried there was nothing he could do!

"The hell is this?" He gasped, watching the rain water rise fast, freezing his calves in no time.

"Rain! Rain! Go away!" A voice squeaked behind him and John turned in time to see a title wave bowling over the large purple flowers, crushing pink and yellow tulips before it swept him and the orange roses away. Screaming, John nearly choked as he inhaled enough water to probably fill his lungs three times over. He coughed when his head broke the surface, spitting as much water as he could before being thrown underwater again.

"Help!" He screamed, coughing and spitting, "Help me!"

A dark shape intruded on his peripheral as he was forced back under and when he came up he coughed and spit to clear his airways, forcing his arms to reach out and flail as he tried to swim towards them.

"Oi! Hey!" John screamed, "Help! Please!"

The figure was a man as small as John, riding a large brown leaf and holding tight. John wasn't sure if it was the water in his eyes or the fast pace in which the water was throwing him around, but he could have sworn the man's brown hair had a pair of large brown mouse ears peeking out and sitting atop his head. The man took one look at John and reached out to pluck him from the water. John coughed as he lay there on the leaf limply, the water tearing itself from his lungs as he retched.

Eventually the sky began to clear and John's breathe began to return. He looked up into the suddenly sunny sky and cursed the bipolar English weather.

"Don't say such words!" His rescuer exclaimed, "What kind of horrible person says those words!?"

"What?" John asked, coughing the last of the water from his system, "Sorry, sorry. Wasn't... thinking..."

"Well alright then, I suppose." The man sniffed and John blinked as his poor eyes eventually came into focus. What he'd seen was true! The man had a pair of brown mouse ears on his head!

When he turned to frown at John's shocked face, John saw he also wore a t-shirt with the words WRS98.6 across it in big pink letters. Around his neck hung a pair of headphones, the cord threaded through his back belt loop and coiling like a tail behind him.

"What is it?" He snapped, "What's wrong?"

"Is that a hat?"

"What?"

"Is that a hat?" John asked, feeling rather stupid as he pointed at the furry ears.

"What?!" The man snapped, face going red, "These are my ears!" He screamed.

"Really?" John breathed amazed.

"What's wrong with my ears eh?" The man snarled, "You against ears? Think you're more important than them? I'll inform you right now you have two of them pal!"

"No! No!" John said quickly, scared the man might boot him from the leaf, "Just, where I come from I've never seen a person with... mouse ears?"

"Oh... so you're just ignorant huh?" The man smirked rather poisonously and John swallowed back an insult or two.

"Yes," He said rather woodenly, "I am... sorry again..."

"So is everyone where you're from ignorant?" the man continued and John frowned.

"No." He said, turning to look at the lake they were floating along now, the beautiful garden gone, "Where are we going anyway?"

"The Reporters Race!" The man smiled, face lighting up, "We'll be dry so fast! And we'll have so many prizes once we're done!"

"Reporters Race?" John repeated, "Like a press conference?"

"No, nothing as silly as that," The man chuckled, "Anyway, let's not talk about a silly race until we're there. Tell me about something interesting, the world wants to know!"

"The world? That your name?" John asked, feeling cheeky towards a rescuer he didn't like. The man snarled again and sniffed.

"My name is Murray the Mouse for your information!" He snapped, "As you can see, I'm a Mouse!"

"Okay, so who's the world?"

"You are stupid aren't you," Murray continued his insult barrage, "The world is the world of course!"

"Okay... and how long till we get to this race?"

"Why, don't you like me?" Murray sniffed haughtily.

'No, not at all,' "I like you very much, I was just curious." John smiled and Murray seemed to buy it.

"We'll be there soon-and when we get there I'll share my story!"

"Your story?"

"Yes! It's a big scoop story! I'll be the biggest Radio Reporter there!"

"I thought you were a Radio DJ." John said and wasn't at all surprised when Murray the Mouse's face twisted red in fury, "Sorry!"

"No matter," Murray sighed, "We're here!" He cried.