Dr. Mettler realized her mouse's heart was beating much faster than it should as the lab scientist, who she knew as Prof. Millhone, took an eye dropper from a
bottle of light blue liquid while holding her in his other hand.
"Now, don't be scared. Just drink a little of this, and .."
Dr. Mettler paid no attention. Instead, she used her mouse incisors to bite Prof. Millhone's hand as hard as she could. The Professor screamed, and dropped her
on the floor. The fall knocked the wind out of her for a second, but didn't hurt her beyond that.
"You little ..." said Prof. Millhone reaching for her. Dr. Mettler wasted no time and ran behind a desk in the lab. As Prof. Millhone crouched to look under the
desk, Dr. Mettler, unseen by him, scrambled up a computer cord. A moment later, Millhone heard keys clicking. He looked up and, to his amazement, saw the
mouse TYPING on the computer keyboard! At first, he thought it was trying to run. But then he looked at the computer screen.
help me, it read. The mouse was looking at him expectantly.
"Help you?" said Millhone.
im dr mettler the mouse typed out.