Sorry for the long hiatus of this chapter. You can thank a reviewer those of you who are reading this because without that review this story probably wouldn't be updated. Now let me tell you five fandoms I will not write fanfictions for: Sherlock, Battle Royale, Hentalia-Axis Power, Bridget Jones Diary, and Homestuck.
Teresa the oldest of Mrs. Brisby's children understood the mouse Martin brought home with him she should be careful about since he made a booming sound to her, Martin, Cynthia, and her mother. The problem she had though wasn't making sure he got better...he was acting like a better big brother to her sister than Martin and Timothy.
" So the bat says to the fruit ' hop into my claws and I will give you candy' to which the fruit replies ' you big dumb nocturnal weirdo...you are going to regret losing candy."
" What kind of candy did the bat give to the fruit?" Cynthia asked him.
" You need to speculate more on this joke instead since it has a dark message. It was not a friend of mice who asked him that question. By this I mean the bat had the fruit in his clutches and he...swallowed the fruit."
" Why does the fruit have to die?"
" It was all a piece of make belief wit something that cannot happen: fruits don't talk in real life."
His choice of humor was unorthodox but he played with her twirling around with her holding her hands, doing a somersault when they were on a rug, and seeing who could move their tongue the highest. It was fun even to a mouse without a very big funny bone like the stranger mouse, he pulled a blanket over Cynthia when she was too tired to play anymore.
" I have to talk to you about the dangers of pesticides." Teresa wasn't sure if she heard him right until he eagerly pulled a chair for her to sit on while he stood on his back paws and stared at the bridge of her nose. " Birds are dying on the ground from long exposure of a spray called D.D.T. I heard stories about how humans were saved b pesticides in World War 2. That war had nothing to do with us except insects were a problem for my ancestors friends the bees. Insects burrowed into bees controlling them like hypnotists, but the control stayed until the poor bees died. Super bugs, bugs that carry a resistance to the pesticide from their parents, made humans work harder to use their sprays to kill insects. Birds wriggle—twitch in agonizing pain before they die while these super bugs go around like they own the world."
" So what your saying is you came here because human-beings cannot resist trying to fix their problems by fixing things they used before?" Teresa asked him.
" I'm saying there's no protection in the world as humans kill small animals but cannot continue their efforts to kill with pesticides. If you'll excuse me I must now leave to find someone who has been the most beautiful and smart mouse I had my eyes on. If I am lucky nature won't kill me like a fox eating a rabbit or a duck."
Teresa had two problems she had to solve. The first was the sound of Martin and Timothy with acorn shells as shields...and the mouse leaving her house like her mother said wasn't allowed. He must've figured she would try to stop him because he opened the door and slammed it shut. Getting out was nearly impossible as he kept the door from opening.
" I can't involve anyone like you in this. Just step away from the door and let me leave in peace!" The mouse shouted.
" I know you are after someone but if you just wait awhile my momma's friend will fly you to her." Teresa said.
" It's not just about finding its about seeing bugs that have died from pesticide. Your home will be covered in strong D.D.T that will kill any small creature with a beating heart."
He witnessed a catastrophe in the forest so it was only his thinking seeing another one would help this forest. He scurried from the door moving on all fours to find proof of D.D.T.
Teresa was held by Timothy as he told her not to leave the house. And although her mother would be angry with his escape Teresa knew she tried.
The mouse who ran away from Mrs. Brisby's family carried no protection from the forest. He felt prickly pain in his feet from an unseen substance. And although birds were surprisingly nice to him he saw too many Bluejay's in the air. He hated those kinds of birds for their nature of stealing eggs from other birds' nests.
He found a dead grasshopper on the ground. Birds knew it was there but didn't take the chance to eat it because it was killed by a spray. The mouse kept moving for he was curious about seeing a pile of grasshoppers somewhere.
" Don't go that way."
A little grasshopper hopped near the mouse. It was missing one leg, a bird would never eat only a small leg of an insect.
" My parents, my relatives, and everyone I grew to know died there."
" Leave me alone." the mouse said to the grasshopper. " I am looking for the source of this D.D.T to destroy it and save this forest."
" Can I go with you? If I don't come along I'll get lonely."
" No you won't. You have a body with a resistance to the pesticides these human's use. You'll breed with someone to make grasshopper babies and they will be super bugs immune to the sprays these humans use."
" But everyone knows the humans have a cat named Dragon that eats any and all birds and mice it sees. You're going to need-"
" Save me your concern. I already know the humans kill mice by keeping a cat. It doesn't scare me."
" Do you know what scares me? Going back to the site my parents are, dead on the ground when they tried to make me feel safe from the thing slowly taking their souls away. My name is Tobby and I really want to find the thing humans are using to kill my people."
" My name is Jamie. As fun as it has been speaking to you about the enemy we both have I am not at liberty to take an insect with me. Frankly, I loathe insects because the creation of this creature killer was made through your infestation and grasshoppers are a cause of it for eating human food and being too high in numbers."
Jamie looked at the sky where he saw a bat. He really had to stop the conversation because the bat looked like the same one who put him in a horrible predicament. Jamie scurried to the North before hiding in the secretiveness of a tree. He camouflaged with the tree by holding a leaf over him.
" What's this I hear? Apparently we bats like to offer candy."