Chapter 38
Eric couldn’t believe his eyes when he looked at Peter, “Oh man, we’re all the way back to being mice.” The dull gray glow of the heavily overcast sky barely reached through the long row of windows and it did little to improve the gray control room they had arrived in.
“Damn it! Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”
“Yes, you did, Peter.”
“Yeah, I guess I did. DAMN IT! Maybe we need to give up on this idea.”
“Let’s hang on for a few more. Though if we have to be rabid dogs again…there goes Ron,” Eric waved his forepaw at a mouse scampering across the decking in front of them with a large orange tabby in hot pursuit.
“Get him, Ginger,” someone called out.
Eric looked around in time to be drenched by root beer splashing out of a can the man was waving about. Eric realized
