Children give me a headache sometimes.

　　Especially bubbly, happy-go-lucky, cheerful, ditzy children.

　　And now there are three of them running around me in circles.

　　Just because I`m small doesn`t mean it is ok to use me for these terrifying rituals known as children`s playtime games.

　　I have dignity.

　　I have rights.

　　Important rights.

　　Like the right to take a damn nap without people prancing around me in sing song voices as they hold hands.Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.

　　This calls for drastic measures.

　　Yes, yes it`s time for that.

　　Hue hue.

　　Since that grizzled veteran of a thousand battles is sleeping, and thereby refusing to assist me&

　　Devon, may you rest in pieces.

　　Amen.

　　It is time, time to release Experiment #7!

　　Squeek!

　　Ah, watching the children pause in their evil ritual, I see terror flash in their eyes.

　　That`s right, who wouldn`t be afraid of&

　　Teenage Mutant Ninja Mice.

　　They are the final stage of years of production.

　　All the skills of every affinity I`ve worked with so far in mice, fire, wind, water, earth.

　　Their skills are beyond compare, nothing can stand in the way of their terror inducing rage.

　　Wait&

　　Why do all three of those kids have sparkling eyes all the sudden.

　　Squeeek?

　　No more questions, implement punishment!

　　Whizzzzzzing!

　　Snick!

　　Phzzzzzzzzt!

　　That is not a cuddly pet, stop that right now you three!

　　Tsk.

　　They escaped, dammit Devon, why the hell are you never awake when I need you.

　　"What was that noise?" the grizzled veteran Devon said, finally waking up.

　　Typical.

　　He can`t manage to awaken until after disaster strikes.

　　No wait.

　　Could it be?

　　Could he actually be that damn good?

　　I mean he looks like a slovenly idiot from almost all angles, yet maybe it`s a disguise?

　　Wait, who the hell would he be disguising against thousands of feet up in the air?

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　　 &it couldn`t be me&right?