Four delightful stories following the adventures of intrepid mice living in secret within the tunnels and stations of the London Underground.
Read about Mitzie who opens up the old ways and District Dodie who interrupts the Wimbledon men’s singles final, or Joe who saves the day and Cinnabar who saves Christmas.
For good readers aged 9-12 and adults not scared of mice.
Age Range: 9-12
Size: 198 × 129mm
Format: Paperback Original
RRP: UK £5.99
1. ISBN: 978-0-9555096-6-7
2. ISBN: 978-1-908577-65-8
3. ISBN: 978-1-908577-71-9
4. ISBN: 978-1-908577-88-7
Their world was full of wonders, exactly like he had seen in his dream vision.
They got to their paws and looked around for the nearest dark corner. Once there, they peered into the Tunnellers’ Heaven, known to Tunnellers themselves as the ticket hall.
There was something in the air which made their little noses twitch. Some way beyond them, fascinating and mysterious, loomed a blackness that was neither tunnel nor mouseway. It was a hole in the world through which they felt rather than saw the shadows of the Tunnellers’ Realm. From it there blew a cold, damp air the like of which they had never breathed. Both were awestruck.
“Is that their heaven?” asked Turnip.
“Maybe,” said Boswell, “and if it is, then maybe that’s an angel!”
He pointed to a Tunneller sweeping the floor of the ticket hall looking rather more grumpy than angelic.
“Come on,” said Boswell. “We must go down.”
“Down!” said Turnip. “Aren’t we here forever?” He’d given up on the idea of a return journey.
They’d built a series of strange objects using Tunneller scraps. Some you climbed on, some you crawled under, some you jumped over and some you hung on. Dozens of pups were playing on them, having the time of their lives. At first it made no sense to the St. John’s Wood mice, and even after staring at it, they couldn’t quite understand. Somehow, the Marylebone mice were copying ideas from the Tunnellers – their pictures and their words. It looked positively weird.