Mouse Train

By Michael E Champey

A mouse named Dirby living in London attempts to save his ill Uncle Harvard residing in New York City. But how to cross the ocean? By the Uni-rail of course! Come aboard the Mouse Train and join Dirby and his lucky raffle day contestant winners journey across the Atlantic in this fun filled, cat chases mouse adventure.

• Language: English
• Publisher: M.E. Champey
• Release date: Feb 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9781087939438

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Mouse Train

Mouse Train

m.e. champey

Mouse Train © 2022

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

Written by M.E. Champey

Cover Art and illustrated by M.E. Champey

Graphic design by Yaik Kar Chow 

First Printing, 2022

Other Titles by M.E. Champey

Mouse Train (Illustrated): Dirby's New Home

Mouse Train 2: Dirby's World Tour

Daniel Stone Book 1: The Magical Scarves

Daniel Stone Book 2: The Dragon Thief

Daniel Stone Book 3: The Sorcerer's Return

Daniel Stone Book 4: The Winter Garden Alliance

The Realms of River-Earth: The Witchle's Fire Box

Ben Hensley and the Legend of the Four Kings

Once Upon a Clock Tower: Huntsville's Dark Society

M.E. Shorts: Volume I

The Boyorgs: Search for the Criterion Blade

Young Allen Shooster: The Great Frontier

Fiory: The Enchanted Ice Horse

Contents

1 A Mouse Named Dirby

2 Post Office Day

3 A Plan to Cross the Atlantic

4 Raffle Day

5 Departure Day

6 Yorkshire Gardens

7 The Windmill

8 Grand Station

9 Cart Eleven

10 The Boiling Cauldron

11 A New Friend

12 Bellow Cats

13 Good Lisa Jenkins

14 Dirby Arrives

15 Rooftop Showdown

16 Magical Moss Cheese

17 Homecoming

Mouse Train

1

A Mouse Named Dirby

Ralphius' pet mouse, Dirby, rode his Holly Modeled Monorail. The monorail’s turquoise colored track twisted and turned throughout the room bolstered by piles and piles of books.

Ralphius Jeremiah Ford was a friendly boy.

His even friendlier pet mouse pinched him on the back and said, Ralphius, dear boy, I do have a favor to ask of you. You see, I do love the track you've created for me, but I do dream of one day leaving this room and making a trip to the post office. My Uncle Harvard is ill and I know just the right trick to cheer him up.

The boy placed his finger upon his chin and thought about the mouse’s request.

Alright, said the boy. But I'm going to need a lot more track. First I will get you there and then I will get you back.

The mouse agreed and continued to ride his rail, but more track he needed. More track to send his mail.

When Dirby reached Ralphius' desk, he pulled aside a pen and scribbled,

Dear Uncle Harvard Glennigan Helmsworth III,

I hear you are sick, which comes as no surprise. You eat all that filth, that rubbish, it will lead to your demise. A list, I will send to you, of all the things you can eat. No ham, no pig roast, no steaks, or roast beef. If you haven't already completely healed by the third of the second month of the harvest holiday, then I will make my very best efforts in seeing you well. And please do say hello to Aunt Martha for me.

Sincerely,

Dirby

P.S. I will send you some of the finest cheese made right here in Yukatah.

2

Post Office Day

That should do it! The last and final piece to the post office!" said Ralphius proudly.

Dirby put on his conductor’s cap and adjusted his goggles preparing to make his departure from the Ford estate.

Here, take these extra batteries. We don’t want the engine going out on ya, offered Ralphius.

Thanks, old chap.

Dirby leaped into the conductor's seat and yelled, Tally ho!

And with the click of a switch, the train took off!

Dirby raced through the opened window plummeting down all thirteen stories of the Ford estate. Aggressively, the wind blew his furry, little cheeks back with vigor as gravity forced his tiny mouse body into the depths of the conductor’s seat. Yet, at the bottom, Dirby regained control of the train, riding along the curbs and cobblestone paths of Yukatah Village.

The streets were cornered with a dusting of snow and lined with stores of all the sort. A bakery, a florist, a hardware store, and almost any other kind of shop could be found here in the Village of Yukatah. Dirby ogled at the sights the village had to offer, but had to be mindful of the dangers that laid ahead. One being horse carriages and the other being people, or what the mice referred to as Giant City Walkers. As Dirby continued, a lady of giant proportions carelessly raised her black, high heeled shoes and came within a hair blade of scalping Dirby’s little head. Thus, Dirby quickly accelerated the engine riding directly between her legs.

Whoa! That was a close one, thought Dirby.

Yes, all was going well for the conductor as he carried on safely. Until unexpectedly, a horse carriage appeared rolling back onto the track. So with all his might, he leaned his weight to the side causing the train to sway around the large wooden wheel just in the knickers of time. Dirby wiped his brow and let out a big sigh of relief. But then his eyes grew wide and before him stood a sign that read, 'Track Ends in Twenty Feet. He looked ahead and the sign was precise! In twenty feet laid a large stone with a black and white sign that read, Track Ends Here!"

Dirby