“pinned me to the floor. He was all over me, and the smell was staggering. Now he was speaking moistly into my free ear. His knee was in my back. “You do not know your place, Mouse Minor, you unpleasant morsel of cat meat. Mere nephews ought not be allowed. Never nephews.” And once again the day went dark. From the first morning of my schooling to the last afternoon, I mixed it up with the sons of all the best families in the Mews: all the mice of merit, all the rodents of rank. One or the other of my eyes was blacked most of the time. Both my ears got notched. I was quick with my fists and a little undersized and nobody’s child. And I spoke before I thought. It didn’t help that I had a better-looking uniform than theirs. With a heavy heart and a packed lunch somebody was sure to steal, I slumped each morning through the tunnel to school, dragging my question mark tail.”
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Richard Peck,
The Mouse with the Question Mark Tail