I had to find a new mouse for Mousebeard’s Revenge yesterday. Such are the difficulties of plotting and planning books, I always get the number of Almanac entries between chapters wrong and have to find a new one right at the end of the writing process.
But not to worry, I’ve actually got a number of extra mice lying around. Not real ones of course, just rare horned, nasty or steel-jaw varieties that got the chop from the books for one reason or another.
And this time, the reserve who came on in the 88th minute to secure a win was the Grey Mouse. Or Portly. Because Portly was always one of my favourite characters in the book, and it seems apt that the very last mouse in the very last Almanac entry is him.