A Mouse Called Miika

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For days and weeks after leaving the tree hole, he spent every night shivering from cold and fear, never finding enough mushrooms to eat, sleeping under soggy leaves and dreaming of having a full tummy. Mudfungle” was a word that Miika had learned from his friend the Truth Pixie. He didn’t know what it meant, but he knew it was incredibly rude because he had asked the Truth Pixie to say the rudest word she could think of and she had said “mudfungle.” And she was the Truth Pixie, after all, so she couldn’t lie. I liked the structure of the books. I recommend it to anyone who likes to read to their heart's content, from 8 years old and up. TA Sorry . . . sorry . . . sorry . . . oh . . . so sorry!” he said as everyone tutted and squeaked and grumbled and ouched at him. A Mouse Called Miikais an epic adventure story on a miniature scale. It’s a tale of mice and men (and more mice). It is about one independent mouse who gets fed up with the other mice, and sets out on a quest of his own to prove that cheese exists, and learns to appreciate other creatures. It is also a tale of great love (of cheese) and great danger. And learning the lesson that, with cheese, as with life, what matters most is not how strongly you smell, but how strong you are on the inside.

And why is that, Miika?” asked the other mouse, who had mud on her fur and frost on her whiskers. The one whose name was Bridget the Brave. Well, really she was just called Bridget, but she always made Miika (and everyone else) call her Bridget the Brave. Because she was that sort of mouse. A mouse with attitude. Illustriert wurde das Buch, wie bereits Matt Haigs vorherige Weihnachtsbücher, von Chris Mould. Er hat die Erzählung mit zahlreichen detailreichen schwarz-weiß Illustrationen versehen und egal ob die kleineren oder die ganz- und doppelseitigen Bilder – alle harmonieren sie hervorragend zum Geschehen im Text und machen das Lesen zu einem einzigartigen Erlebnis. When she woke up, Miika was just one of one hundred and nine mice she had given birth to that year, in a total of eleven litters. While some of those other babies were already brown and furry, unlike the pink and hairless gang of newborns, she still found it difficult to keep up with them all. And so she didn’t bother, and Miika spent his first few days and weeks believing he was called “That One” or “Him over There” or “Please Get Off” or “Your Bum Is in My Face.”

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A Mouse Called Miika is an epic adventure story on a miniature scale. It's a tale of mice and men (and more mice). It is about one independent mouse who gets fed up with the other mice, and sets out on a quest of his own to prove that cheese exists, and learns to appreciate other creatures. It is also a tale of great love (of cheese) and great danger. And learning the lesson that, with cheese, as with life, what matters most is not how strongly you smell, but how strong you are on the inside.

There he found comfort and a warm fire. Nikolas became his friend and taught him how to speak human words. And it was Nikolas who gave him his name--Miika. While I have yet to read book 1 and 2, I did read book 3 and both the books about The Truth Pixie. So when I saw this adorable book from the series, this time about a mouse called Miika, I just knew I had to get it. I knew it wouldn’t matter that I still need to read a few books! I knew I would enjoy this~ When Nikolas left the only home he had ever known, it was a mouse named Miika who kept him company, and it was Miika who accompanied him on his journey to the Far North, in search of his father. But before the events of A Boy Called Christmas , this little mouse was the hero of his own story. The part with the trolls, OH MY GOSH, I loved it. It brought a sense of danger to the book! An extra spice bit of spice to make the book even better~In this world, little brother, it is best to care only about yourself. As soon as you start caring about others, you have to deal with all sorts of problems. So head for the cheese whenever you can. If you find enough cheese to live on, you will never--and I repeat, NEVER--want for anything else. That is as good as life gets.” A Mouse Called Miika is an epic adventure story on a miniature scale. It’s a tale of mice and men (and more mice). It is about one independent mouse who gets fed up with the other mice, and sets out on a quest of his own to prove that cheese exists, and learns to appreciate other creatures. It is also a tale of great love (of cheese) and great danger. And learning the lesson that, with cheese, as with life, what matters most is not how strongly you smell, but how strong you are on the inside. Ratatouille meets Roald Dahl in the funny and fantastical story of a determined mouse on a mission to procure the world's tastiest cheese. From the author of A Boy Called Christmas --coming soon to Netflix! This is a story about a mouse who doesn't even have a name. My friend really likes adventure stories so I not she'd love it. BO So it was a joy when Miika finally found another mouse to hang out with. Bridget the Brave lived in a tree with a messy hoard of mushrooms and stolen cheese. Unlike Miika, she wanted nothing to do with the other creatures of the Far North.

When he makes friends with a fellow mouse, Miika thinks he can relax. But really, his quest is just beginning… A Mouse Called Miika is a middle-grade children’s book in the Christmas series by British author, Matt Haig. Miika, the 101st son of (very tired) Ulla and (deceased) Munch, departed the tree hole where he was born without a name. After discovering how hard it was to survive in The World Outside, he was overjoyed to inhabit the cabin deep in the woods of Finland where Joel and Nikolas eked out a living. He was equally happy to join the quest Nikolas made to the Far North, and very satisfied to be living near Elfhelm in a tiny cottage with the Truth Pixie, where Loka the elf occasionally gives him cheese. So he just sat there, staring at the mushroom in front of him, and remembered his early life, when he lived in a dark and damp tree hole. . . . But no one was listening. His words fell unnoticed, like snow thawing to rain before it hits the ground.

And he stayed fast asleep all night until a scream pulled him out of happy dreams. “WHO STOLE THE MUSHROOM?” Ulla roared at her drowsy litter. Well, maybe not roared. When a mouse roars, it’s loud only if you happen to be another mouse. Anyone else would hear just the tiniest of tiny squeaks. So I found myself rooting for Miika to see the truth. See that Bridget is toxic. Yes. It is a friendship with a mouse, and you clearly want that, but this is just not healthy. I was just hoping that he would just find the courage to shout NO at her. To tell her the truth. To tell her that she can just go on dangerous stuff herself. When Nikolas left the only home he had ever known, it was a mouse named Miika who kept him company, and it was Miika who accompanied him on his journey to the Far North, in search of his father. But before the events of A Boy Called Christmas, this little mouse was the hero of his own story. So that brings us to right now. Where we started. The day that Miika and Bridget the Brave were leaning against the pine cone.