the Secret of NIMH 2 REWRITTEN (part 1)The day was warm and pleasant like no other. It had been at least two months since Mrs. Brisby had permanently moved her home. With having accomplished so, she was now a very satisfied and relieved mother, happy to know that her children didn't have to face any mortal danger anymore.the Secret of NIMH 2 REWRITTEN (part 1) by ShinyWhiteWaters
She watched through her window her two sons happily frolicking outside, playing a game of tag. If only you were here to experience this, Jonathan, she spoke in her mind as she stared at an old photograph of her deceased husband.
"Faster, Timmy!" Martin called out. "You're a slowpoke!"
"I don't wanna chase you anymore, Martin!" Timmy stopped to catch his breath. "I'm tired!"
"Aw, don't be such a quitter!"
Poor Timothy groaned as he reluctantly chased after his older brother. He suddenly gasped, as he felt himself free-falling off a step edge and tumbling into a trap. The young mouse stood back up and gasped in shock again, seeing steel cage bars everywhere around him.
"Martin, help!" he called out.
Jonathan and the Rats of NIMH: part 17Jonathan and the Rats of NIMH: part 17 by ShinyWhiteWaters
Plans have changed as of now. The rats decided later would be a better time to move, all because Jonathan didn't succeed in drugging Dragon to sleep. How could such a small incident have such a huge impact?
But even so, the rats knew they still had to move on, anyway. Despite how horrible what had happened with Jonathan was, it was still important if they had left the past in the past.
Nobody was up at the moment except for Nicodemus. Right now he thought would be a good moment to be able to pull out his chair, sit down at his desk, light his candle, dip his quill pen in ink, and write in his journal:
Jonathan Brisby was killed today while helping with the Plan. It is four years since our departure from NIMH, and our world is changing. We can not stay here much longer. Jonathan was a dear friend. In must knowing how to help his widow, she knows nothing of us or the plan. Perhaps it is best that I do nothing at present. I shall miss him.
The old rat put the journal aside and pull