And so did Mitkey.Ī small gray mouse, and a small gray man. Which he-Well, anyway, the Professor had made good his escape and now lived in a house in Connecticut. If, of course, the Professor had given them the correct formula. The excessive admiration had concerned, not Herr Oberburger himself, but a certain gas which had been a by-product of an unsuccessful rocket fuel-which might have been a highly-successful something else. He was just another mouse, who lived behind the floorboards and plaster of the house of the great Herr Professor Oberburger, formerly of Vienna and Heidelberg then a refugee from the excessive admiration of more powerful of his fellow-countrymen. Paul Bunyan the story of their adventures is nothing compared to the Saga of Mitkey. Manufactured in the United States of America Start Publishing is a registered trademark of Start Publishing LLC Und now-'Night after night, day after day, month after month.All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.

It should fidt vithin vun vun-hundredth thousandth uf an indtch. If he thought about them at all, he merely thought of the Professor as a large and noisy super-mouse who squeaked over-much.'Und now,' he would say to himself, 've vill see vether this eggshaust tube vas broperly machined. That fact, it turned out later, was important, because Mitkey had excellent ears and heard those night-long soliloquies. A confirmed bachelor, he had no one to talk to except himself, but he considered himself an excellent conversationalist and held constant verbal communion with himself while he worked.

Particularly there was nothing unusual about Mitkey he had a family and he liked cheese and if there were Rotarians among mice, he would have been a Rotarian.The Herr Professor, of course, had his mild eccentricities. And so did Mitkey.A small gray mouse, and a small gray man. The excessive admiration had concerned, not Herr Oberburger himself, but a certain gas which had been a by-product of an unsuccessful rocket fuel-which might have been a highly-successful something else.If, of course, the Professor had given them the correct formula. Paul Bunyan the story of their adventures is nothing compared to the Saga of Mitkey.Mitkey, the mouse, wasn't Mitkey then.He was just another mouse, who lived behind the floorboards and plaster of the house of the great Herr Professor Oberburger, formerly of Vienna and Heidelberg then a refugee from the excessive admiration of more powerful of his fellow-countrymen. The Star Mouse by Fredric Brown - Robinson Crusoe.