He found an empty corner and built a snug hideout.
Nib loved to come home, wash up and fall asleep surrounded by his colorful treasures.
They scratched, stretched and scampered off.
A train pounded into the station in a cloud of dust.
Another noisy, dirty, dull, grey day.
A gust of wind snatched up the pieces of Nib's ruined nest.
"Goodbye!" He trotted past his cousins.
The next train drowned out their laughter.
Nib curled in a crack to sleep.
Nib saw a jellybean and pounced.
"Drop it!" A big mouse blocked their path. Two others stepped out from behind him.
"Run!" Lola squeaked.
Dodging and darting, they ran the length of the station, with the gang snapping at their tails.
As they plodded along another unending curve, the last train roared past.
"I'm worn thin! ..."
She plucked a feather from under the rail.
"Finders keepers!"
A tiny, far-off note echoed through the tunnel. Nib's fur stood on end. What was that?
As they rounded the corner, a light breeze brushed their whiskers.
