"Is it, is it our destination?"
"It should be here, but I feel..."
"It is what it is, if not, it's not. What's with all the feelings!"
"I mean..."
"Don't crowd, let me check again, it should be right here!"
"If it's right, then get out. What are you doing blocking the entrance?"
"I feel, being new here, maybe we should be a bit more polite..."
"Polite? They're not mice, why should we be polite to them?"
"Because there's a big cat outside."
The sharp, chattering voices came from a hole that had suddenly appeared in the corner of the wall. In just a moment, the previously quiet corner of the shop had turned into a marketplace, with four or five mice heads popping out of the hole like mushrooms after rain.
