40 – The Inktober Challenge


Dear Lucy,

It’s a very rare event to be able to undertake any endeavour down at the post office depot without all the other mice resisting the temptation to get involved, for mice are, by nature, a species that like to poke their noses into business that isn’t their own.


This fact being so, it was collectively decided, when I announced my intention to take up the ‘Inktober’ challenge, that everyone should submit a suggestion and deposit it into a large wooden box outside the Postmouster General’s office no later than 29th September.


Millie instructed everyone to get their duties finished early on the morning of the 30th so that that Friday afternoon could be set aside for tea, cake and the official selection of 11 random submissions.  There was great excitement that morning, not only at the thought of tea and cake but also over the certain knowledge that everyone was getting the afternoon off.


Millie opened proceedings, by presenting me with a specially prepared calendar and suggesting that each of my daily sketches should be connected either by line or conceptual association, whilst Gertrude shuffled her hand around in the box to select the winners. Gasps and cheers prevailed throughout the announcements, interrupted only momentarily as Millie’s gaze turned to Clive to inform him that his suggestion be vetoed on account of it being too smutty, a retort which prompted a room full of stifled giggles.


And so, above the collective sipping of tea, the winning suggestions were announced as follows: night and day, a fearless mouse, two ships, a clandestine nod to Christmas, a dragon, the winds of change, a resting place, a guide, a corporate logo, a Shakespeare reference and Alfred the cat who likes to chase birds from the church roof. All in all, a carefully considered mixed bunch of ideas that I was pretty pleased with.


Millie refused to divulge the contents of the vetoed suggestion, however, Betty who empties the waste paper baskets, later informed me of a piece of crumpled paper she’d found with the words A BIG TURD scrawled upon it in Clive’s handwriting.  He just doesn’t miss a trick that mouse!

Happy Halloween!

Love M.M.


Did you get involved in the INKTOBER challenge?  Can you find all the connections in Morris’s daily entries?  (For scrutiny purposes, if you click on the illustration it will come up bigger in a new window)  Morris would love to hear from you  …. drop him a line in the comments box below, or share your etchings on his Facebook page.

Morris will get back to you mouse style.

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39 – Coughs and Sneezes


Dear Lucy,

Us mice have a longstanding love hate relationship with the first frosts of the season, for whilst it bites at our noses with the promise of stealing the soft warm soil from under our toes until next Spring, its icy crystals breakdown and sweeten the wild rosehips making them perfect for our winter syrups.


Whilst the depot mice organised the harvesting amongst the hedgerows, Millie and I took a brisk walk to the hives to let the bees know we were ready for our honey.


On the way Millie explained to me that some years ago, after a particularly disastrous epidemic of coughs and sneezes brought the depot workforce to a standstill, she set about negotiating a deal with the local bee population.


In return for the mice creating and tending wild flower beds around the depot gardens, the bees promised to provide some honey come harvest time so that the mice could produce their own supply of vitamin C rich winter syrup. Millie says there’s been a marked drop in staff absences since the scheme began and the bee population has doubled over the past two years as a result of the abundance of flowers in the gardens.

Millie is one smart cookie!

Love M.M.


Morris writes this blog in support of all his bee friends that are now facing a crisis situation with populations plummeting worldwide, and would ‘politely’ urge everyone to do what they can to help the bees even if it’s just planting a small patch or window box of bee friendly flowers.  Morris would love to hear about any of your bee friendly activities, so please feel free to hit the comments box.

Morris will get back to you mouse style.

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38 – Monte Carlo


Dear Lucy,

Sorry I haven’t written in a while.  Myself, Millie and Cyril have spent the best part of the last month in Monaco preparing for the Monte Rodentia Grand Prix.

Despite intensive strategy training, the day of the race turned into a series of ‘flying by the seat of our pants’ manoeuvres due to Team Squirrel surreptitiously cutting Millie’s brake cables the evening prior to the race.


Noticing she was in trouble I urged Millie to abandon the race, but, not being one to admit defeat, Millie shouted back that she was confident she could control it on the handbrake.


I’m pleased to write that Team Morris won, whilst Team Squirrel found themselves swimming their furry backsides back to shore after tumbling into the Med due to Cyril’s quick thinking of setting up an impromptu roadblock fashioned from: a picnic hamper, folding chair and a thermos of tea.




Have you ever been in a situation where you’ve had to fly by the seat of your pants like Team Morris? Morris would love to hear from you, so please feel free to hit the comments box. 

Morris will get back to you mouse style.

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