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You head up the steps but the light above goes out. You grope in the darkness and push aside a panel. You are in a dark room which smells of dirt and which you sense is larger than any room you have ever been in before. Ahead, you see a cluster of glowing orange dots. You approach. You discover it is a gang of teenage mice. You have shrunk to their size. They do not recognize you as human, because you have grown whiskers and a tail. "Hey mouse," says one of the mice, holding out an orange glowing dot. "You want a cigarette?" "I don't want to be a mouse!" you cry. You retrace your steps. |