"You were the white mouse from before? You've had so many babies?!" Elizabeth recognized Lily.
Lily was clearly not happy with that answer. She put her hands on her hips and puffed out her cheeks. "I'm still a girl, you know! I haven't even held a boy's hand, so how could I have babies? These are all my mouse friends' babies."
"Alright, alright, get back to business," Charles cut in. He hadn't called Lily over for a chat with Elizabeth.
Lily turned and let out a few squeaks at the houseful of mice.
A chorus of squeaks rose and fell throughout the room in response. The noise made Elizabeth furrow her brow and inch a little closer to Charles.
Soon, the mice concluded their exchange. Lily picked up a nearby pen and began to write with crooked strokes.
Even though holding the pen with her tiny paws was awkward, Lily's handwriting was somehow much neater than the writing in Deep's diary.
