than anything he’d ever seen. His fingers dug in, and he twisted his leg three times around a guide rope. The noise was terrific, whooshing and gushing with such force that he struggled to think straight. He thought desperately about what to do.
And then he saw a sharp streak of silver bolt through the darkness. He rubbed his eyes, unsure of what he’d seen. An immense roar tore through the air, and the swirling water blasted upward into columns of jet black before cascading down onto the
Flying Fox.
A huge silver-bodied serpent reared up like an angry cobra from the whirlpool. Its pointed, skeletal head roared ferociously before scything downward and cutting the sea in two. Two jets of pure white steam blasted from its nostrils as it twisted back into the air, its pulsating scaly body thrashing around violently. It was too dark to see the monster’s full extent as it rose high in the air above the ship, but there was no missing the glistening tentacles jutting out from its mouth and its burning, bright red eyes.
Everyone onboard froze. The sea monster was the mythical Grak, and that meant one thing: certain death for them all.
The Elephant Mouse
THE ELEPHANT MOUSE IS THE LARGEST MOUSE DEEMED SUITABLE FOR
keeping in a collection by the International Mousehunting Federation. This thick-limbed, big-eared, and long-nosed rodent can grow to a meter in height and is often house-trained like a dog. Elephant Mice are generally docile creatures and make suitable family pets — unlike some of the more fancy collectible mice — but they have difficulty climbing stairs, so this should be taken into account when getting one for your home.
MOUSING NOTES
Elephant Mice have few specialist requirements, and as long as they have a nice warm bed made of straw, they can make wonderful pets in any home.
The Giant’s Reach
“R EADY THOSE CANNONS!” SCREAMED DREWSHANK AS the Grak’s head lowered and eyed its prey. Drewshank thrived in times of danger, his blood raging through his body, and he waited impatiently for his sailors to take their positions.
The whirlpool subsided as the Grak circled menacingly in the air, but the waves were growing by the second. “Hold firm!” shouted Drewshank, and the monster’s mighty, ugly head shot down and drove straight into the hull, knocking the ship sideways. Sailors went flying about the deck. The ship groaned as it keeled over, but it was a tough vessel. It rode the tumbling waves and righted jerkily. Drewshank took a breath, and watched as the Grak twisted below into the circling waves. He caught glimpses of its silver scaly body, but he waited. And waited. And then, the water broke.
“Fire!” he bellowed, his veins almost exploding from his neck.
The starboard cannons unleashed their fury. The Grak pulled up, its serpentine body twisting like a tornado in the air, and the shots vanished into darkness, consumed by the tempestuous sea.
“Fire!” he shouted again. Once more the cannons fired, sending clouds of smoke into the air. This time some of the shots hit the target. The monster let out a deafening scream and careered back into the water, vanishing from sight. The sailors cheered loudly. If anything, though, the sea became even more ferocious. The waves rose up again like an impenetrable black wall around the ship.
“Ready the cannons!” ordered Drewshank, wiping his drenched hair out of his eyes. He stood firm, but all he could hear was the raging water smashing at the ship’s hull. With a screeching wail, the Grak burst out of the sea once more.
“Fire!”
The monster cried out as the cannonballs struck with deadly accuracy, but it powered forward with such force it hit the side of the vessel and lifted it clear of the sea. Drewshank crashed to the floor.
The
Flying Fox
was truly flying for the first time as it sped awkwardly through the air. The sailors hung on with all their might, but some lost their grip, tumbling into the deafening roar of the sea.
The ship
And then he saw a sharp streak of silver bolt through the darkness. He rubbed his eyes, unsure of what he’d seen. An immense roar tore through the air, and the swirling water blasted upward into columns of jet black before cascading down onto the
Flying Fox.
A huge silver-bodied serpent reared up like an angry cobra from the whirlpool. Its pointed, skeletal head roared ferociously before scything downward and cutting the sea in two. Two jets of pure white steam blasted from its nostrils as it twisted back into the air, its pulsating scaly body thrashing around violently. It was too dark to see the monster’s full extent as it rose high in the air above the ship, but there was no missing the glistening tentacles jutting out from its mouth and its burning, bright red eyes.
Everyone onboard froze. The sea monster was the mythical Grak, and that meant one thing: certain death for them all.
The Elephant Mouse
THE ELEPHANT MOUSE IS THE LARGEST MOUSE DEEMED SUITABLE FOR
keeping in a collection by the International Mousehunting Federation. This thick-limbed, big-eared, and long-nosed rodent can grow to a meter in height and is often house-trained like a dog. Elephant Mice are generally docile creatures and make suitable family pets — unlike some of the more fancy collectible mice — but they have difficulty climbing stairs, so this should be taken into account when getting one for your home.
MOUSING NOTES
Elephant Mice have few specialist requirements, and as long as they have a nice warm bed made of straw, they can make wonderful pets in any home.
The Giant’s Reach
“R EADY THOSE CANNONS!” SCREAMED DREWSHANK AS the Grak’s head lowered and eyed its prey. Drewshank thrived in times of danger, his blood raging through his body, and he waited impatiently for his sailors to take their positions.
The whirlpool subsided as the Grak circled menacingly in the air, but the waves were growing by the second. “Hold firm!” shouted Drewshank, and the monster’s mighty, ugly head shot down and drove straight into the hull, knocking the ship sideways. Sailors went flying about the deck. The ship groaned as it keeled over, but it was a tough vessel. It rode the tumbling waves and righted jerkily. Drewshank took a breath, and watched as the Grak twisted below into the circling waves. He caught glimpses of its silver scaly body, but he waited. And waited. And then, the water broke.
“Fire!” he bellowed, his veins almost exploding from his neck.
The starboard cannons unleashed their fury. The Grak pulled up, its serpentine body twisting like a tornado in the air, and the shots vanished into darkness, consumed by the tempestuous sea.
“Fire!” he shouted again. Once more the cannons fired, sending clouds of smoke into the air. This time some of the shots hit the target. The monster let out a deafening scream and careered back into the water, vanishing from sight. The sailors cheered loudly. If anything, though, the sea became even more ferocious. The waves rose up again like an impenetrable black wall around the ship.
“Ready the cannons!” ordered Drewshank, wiping his drenched hair out of his eyes. He stood firm, but all he could hear was the raging water smashing at the ship’s hull. With a screeching wail, the Grak burst out of the sea once more.
“Fire!”
The monster cried out as the cannonballs struck with deadly accuracy, but it powered forward with such force it hit the side of the vessel and lifted it clear of the sea. Drewshank crashed to the floor.
The
Flying Fox
was truly flying for the first time as it sped awkwardly through the air. The sailors hung on with all their might, but some lost their grip, tumbling into the deafening roar of the sea.
The ship
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