Of Mice and Dragons ch.8

I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!

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For a moment Dipper was petrified. Oh, no. Not again! He thought to himself...Before seeing it was just Master Wendy. Then he really started to panic!

Master Wendy! Oh, boy. She is even prettier up close...okay, need to calm down. Need to- Oh, man I am so under dressed! Why do I never wear clothes!? Sure, I'm so small and close to the ground and furry that it's never been an issue...Oh man, this is so embarrassing! Thought Dipper as he tried to cross his legs.

He was painfully aware that even by mouse standards he had nothing worth bragging about "down there." Sadly, her grip was too tight! The best he could do was hope she couldn't feel anything(which sadly is a greater possibility then you'd think...there's really nothing to feel, really), and keep himself from hyperventilating...

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Wendy looked at the mouse she had enclasped in her hands. She really didn't know what to make of this mouse. Sure she wanted to devour him...But that was nothing new...she wanted to rip apart and devour everyone she met...Although this urge was way stronger around this mouse then it ever was around anyone else.

After some deep thought she decided on: "Little Mouse, why are you here?" She asks. Dipper flusters...But he steels himself to speak. He had an undeniable feeling that it was important that he be honest here.

"I-I want to do what I'm passionate about...and become a better and more important person as well, I guess." Wendy stared at him impassively. "There are less painful ways to do that." She said flatly.

Dipper chuckled. "Every time I get stepped on, or get ripped apart...It hurts. But it can never hurt more than everyday of my life that I've just been me." Dipper looked at Wendy his resolve further steeled.

"The reason why I'm here is because if anyone can help me be "Not me" it would be all of you! The greatest masters in China!" He exclaimed excitedly.

For awhile neither of them spoke. Then Wendy let out a depressed sigh. "We can't." She admitted in a bitter sweet manner. Dipper looked at her in disbelief. "What?"

Wendy continued. "You can't teach a bird to swim, you can't teach a fish to fly, you can't teach a blind man to appreciate art, and you can't teach a mouse to fight...It's the cruel unfairness of life at it's worse...But it is what is."

Wendy looked at the poor mouse, saw it cry...And was surprised that she felt...bad...But she steeled herself...It's for the best...Better I speak and ruin his day...Then be silent and ruin his life. She repeats this mantra as she continues.

"Just go home...You may not like who you are...But your better then most of the poor excuse-of-a-people I've meet. Pick anything besides this, and I'm sure you'll do great at it. But this-" She shakes her head.

"I'm sorry." She says as she sets him down. "We all must play the hand were dealt...No matter how poor it is."

As she left; she briefly wondered if she should comment on the dagger she felt him having in his nether region area. How he should get his money back; as it was the smallest, most pathetic, most scrawniest thing she had ever felt. But she brushed that thought off. And with that she was gone.

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Master Stan watched from afar as Wendy left the now broken-spirted mouse. For a moment he actually considered going up and comforting him. But he just quickly brushed that off.

No. It's for the best. That kid would just get himself killed. Besides I don't have time to waste on a lost-cause. I have to be ready for Gideon! Stanley must be avenged! He thought angrily to himself as he walked away into the night...

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