“Now listen, we need to be quiet as mice. No, quieter than that. As quiet as . . . as . . .” “Dead mice?” Reynie suggested. “Perfect,” said Kate with an approving nod. “As quiet as dead mice.”
“The mice will see you now," he said.”
“Mice? Fine. Flying mice? Not so fine.”
“Science doesn’t listen. Science has mice growing out of its ears. Wait, I mean human ears growing out of its mice.”
“We live in an age when the mice are hunting the cats...nobody knows who are the mice and who the cats.”
“She told them simply and directly that the meadow was a place of peace and beauty, where indeed if one came to it in a quiet manner, the animals would not be disturbed; for there are lovely birds, and squirrels and field mice, and sometimes deer.”