A short story i wrote a year ago and never got posted. This is a dual storyline that follows Jonathan and Mrs. Brisby's first Christmas together, and the first Christmas after his death, when a most unlikely visitor comes to spread holiday cheer. Anyhow, I give you: A Brisby Christmas

‘Twas the before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring…
…Except, for a mouse.

Okay, I haven't seen any submissions yet, so I guess I'll start the party. This is a short that follows Justin during the last day the rats are in the rosebush. I may add to it a little, later, but for right now I think I'll call it done. Here goes nothing...

It’s a strange thing, routine is. When you live your life by one, time doesn’t seem to matter. Each day melts into the next, everything the same. Every once in a while, things happen to disrupt that routine, and those are the things you remember. But mostly though, life is uneventful. At least, that is, until everything changes.