The door opens, & you see a plump, middle-aged mouse woman stand before you, carrying an armload of stuff.
You take your hat off, & ask nervously, “Excuse me, miss...I hate to intrude on you, but I’m afraid I have nowhere else to go...”
The mouse woman looks at you from behind her things, & immediately drops what she’s carrying. Before you can say anything, you are being pushed down a small staircase, into a cozy living room, & onto a soft fuschia chaise lounge.
“Don’t worry, my dear,” the mouse woman says kindly in a Scottish accent. “You can lodge in here for now. I’m sure Mr. Basil won’t mind. He simply loves having company over!”
“Who’s Basil?” you ask yourself.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It’s been no more than 10 minutes since you arrived at the house on Baker Street. You have just finished your hot herbal tea & cheese crumpets, made fresh by the woman who took you in.
After setting your empty cup on the saucer, you look around a bit. As your eyes gaze upon the staircase, you hear a noise.
Curious, you make your way up the stairs, & into the second-floor hallway.
You quietly creep down the corridor, before slightly opening one of the doors on the left side of the hallway. You peek through the small crack, & are surprised to see a tall, sharp-looking mouse grimacing as he holds a wrinkled piece of paper in his hand.
A chubby mouse is about to say something, but then he sighs in exasperation, holds up his hands in defeat, then makes his way out of the room, & down to the first floor...not even noticing you one bit.
You are about to follow the chubby mouse, but a voice stops you in your tracks: “You can come inside. I know you’re out there.”
Stunned beyond belief, you walk inside the room, & look around.
The room is very quaint, smelling of chemicals, ashes, pieces of old food, & bubbling liquids. The room has chemistry sets in it, as well as a large desk, a calendar, a small computer, various books (all on a large shelf), some writing tools, a comfortable red chair to rest in, & various home-made crime-fighting gadgets (scattered all over the place). The walls are a plain brown, & the floors are clothed in burgundy carpet.
Then you look at the occupant of the room. He is very well-built, & exceptionally handsome. He smiles cordially, before making a grand bow to you.
“Hello, there!” he chirps in a charming British accent. “Welcome to Lower 221B Baker Street!”
The mouse gets back up, & begins to shake your hand, still smiling. “My name is Basil.”
You are just about to tell Basil your name, but the mouse interrupts: “I deduce you are new in the city, & you’re looking for something that can shed some light on people you might meet throughout your stay?”
Not exactly the case on the latter, but that would help some...
Basil beams at you, & gestures grandly to the shelf of books on the north wall: “Well, those books over there can help you!”
You thank Basil, before making your way to the shelf, & pulling out the first book you sees hand.
That is because they are my copyright, & I don’t want anybody stealing them.
So please ask my permission before using these characters. I will kindly let you use them.
London’s most famous crime-fighting clan
Rodents you’d like to meet
The villains, scoundrels, & bullies
All of Mouse London’s high life & celebrities
The faculty of the Basil Of Baker Street ISD
The mouse monarchy of London
The staff of the Rat Trap Family Restaurant
The Mouse Gypsies of London
London’s rodential police force
The members of Dr. Dawson’s army legion
All those who are gone, but not forgotten
The residents of a colorful Western mouse town
The descendants of the B.S.F.
Characters you don’t normally see in my stories