4fireking here telling you I am happy to post this chapter even though I did it without any help from a coauthor or that I only watched critics reviewing the sequel to the best Don Bluth movie. I hope to live long enough to write this story the way I wanted it to be written and I thank everyone who offer support for future chapters.

Near the city of Nimh there was another black cloud and when a black cloud is shown rain fall is imminent. Martin who was a mouse and a young furry rascal now known to get scared was watching the clouds: a bunch of scary eyes and falling tear drops. He wanted to get higher so he could show himself he wasn't just lucky.

A lightning storm nearly killed him. He remembers the way the wing kept rising and how he nearly lost his life. It wasn't the lighting that nearly killed Martin, it was a bat. This bat could only have no home now and was looking for a new one.

This bat could only no home now and was looking for a new one. Martin could respect this animal for trying to adapt after losing the only home it lived in; hunger would also be what the bat had. Martin saw it flap furiously to get through the wind and it happened to see Martin.

" A whole day without food. It is not wrong to get a little mouse down my mouth."

Martin knew when the bat was descending a fight would be in his paws. The talons of the left hand swiped more intimidatingly as the bats eyes were bulging. Martin would try striking the claw away when at the last moment Martin felt a strong force against his back.

" You want to be killed?!"

The bat missed what had been an easy mark and with the storm flying would be sever on his wings taking off. All he could do was stay landed and do only one last catch.

" IF you want to live just bring me something to eat." The bat said. He wasn't saying it to lure them out—he would try to eat them the next time he saw them—but any food was all he was after.

Martin never knew a mouse could invent acorn shells making this mouse and Martin have a chance to escape.

" For a long time there was a risk a mouse's usual means of escape would fail them. We used to hoist ourselves to higher ground, but I knew if anything had wings it would have ravenous appetite for our kind."

Martin was lost with that little monologue he felt explained the acorn ladder. " I didn't need your help," said Martin interrupting their escape.

" Seven."

" What?"

" I know five areas I keep exit numbers, a smart name for number of exists and not including this one I still have six. Now below us is a pond that has a door to a river. The pond is large enough to slow our impact to the floor and its deepness sways how much we can ride."

" But we don't have gills."

" That is the folly of being a mammal. But knowing too much allows—"

The mouse and Martins speaking helped the bat. HE saw them from the ladder of acorns and flapped up to them. They were both grabbed by the bats' claws and about to be eaten, the only parts of these mice uneaten would be their bones.

" Listen up. The next time you go gallivanting in the neck of the woods without your parents be ready to have a way home."

The bat grew angry. " I don't have a home!" He was angry until he juggled around the fuel his stomach needed. " But I will have—"

" I wasn't talking to you. Mouse eating bats don't need to be addressed."

The mouse's arms, legs, and tail were restrained but he had a good plan for that. He wiggled his nose through his white vest and then wriggled a little bird seed. Using only his nose he flicked the seed towards the bat…

The seed was more than it appeared. IT became flammable even kept its trajectory, right into the bat's right eye. The bat felt more the trickle followed by pouring of tears in his left eye then what could be permanent damage to his eye. The trouble this would have on the bat was going to be bigger then it could imagine.

The mouse who found Martin and saved his life and saved him twice had to hold Martin's hand. The chances of them bouncing off a leaf to the pond wouldn't work. It was a good thing the storm blew them near the pond.

Martin was unharmed. His feet were sloshed in the water. Martin wondered why they didn't fall into the water until he saw the mouse rolling on the ground. He was hurt and kept mentioning something in moans of pain.

" Jenner…no one has any love…"

This mouse was starting to really creep Martin out. Martin knew there was only one out there was someone who could help and that was his mother.

Mrs. Brisby was having a light lunch with lots to talk about. IT was the smart mouse Mr. Ages who saved her son Timothy. She may have been the one to keep her son in bed and move the house with magic that helped him recover from ammonia, only it was the medicine that saved Timothy's life. He also seemed to stop sounding so grouchy in front of Mrs. Brisby.

" I saw your son Timothy having fun with your daughters. That's three of your children and I can't help but wonder where your fourth son is."