The Archer Mice of Middle-earth
The Mice that Can't Say No
could murder a beer.’ said Boromouse, looking up and down the windswept
promenade of Bray seafront,
dominated by Bray Head, also knows as the Headburg, or Bray Deep….
‘Well you can’t have one!’ snapped Aramouse. ‘This is a serious quest,
not a pub crawl.’
‘Can you depose a king before he is crowned?’ mused Boromouse.
‘Stop it you two!’ thundered Wizardmouse. ‘We have other things to
worry about. Where is King Théomouse and
‘They’re coming down on the next train!’ piped up Pipsqueak.
‘..and where is Legomouse?’
‘He got caught in the train doors when we were getting off.’said
’Did he shout ‘Aieee’?' asked Gilmouse with a wicked gleam in his eye.
‘That is not funny’ said Frodent sternly. ‘Is he all right?’
‘He’s fine’ said Boromouse ‘But his hair is ruined….here he is…’
‘I don’t BELIEVE you brought me to Bray!’ sobbed Legomouse, looking
dishevelled. ‘It is SO fifties!’
‘Look!’ cried Pipsqueak and Merrimouse. ‘Dodgems!’
‘No way!’ snorted Wizardmouse.’I am not going down that road again, I
used up all my spells trying to ram Aramouse last time….’
‘Why do we have to wait for the Rohirrimice?’ asked Frodent.
‘They are mighty warriors, and valiant…’ said Wizardmouse. ‘They are
the Knights That Can’t Say No.’
‘Surely..’ said Aramouse, appalled ‘You mean the Knights That Never Say
‘No’ said Frodent ‘They are the Knights That Can’t Let Go…’
‘Here’ whispered Boromouse to Merrimouse and Pipsqueak, pointing to
Madigans Lounge across the promenade.
‘Let’s try three creamy pints of Guinness while this lot argue it out….’
'It comes in pints?' gasped Pip thirstily.
'Yes and they are on Gondormouse....' said Boromouse.
And the three mice set off across the bleak expanse of Bray Prom,