The Dark Portal [antikvár]

p r o l o g ij eTHE ajlJWhen a mouse is born he has to fight to survive. There are many enemiesovs^ls, foxes, and, of course, cats; but mice suffer far more at our hands. I have heard of a whole family of kind, gentle mice wiped out by eating poisonfour generations gone and only the baby left because it was too small to eat solids.Mice are all descended from rural families, and they remember their traditions wherever they live. They honor the green spirits of the land as Man once did and every spring they hold a celebration for the awakening year, calling to the Green Mouse to ripen the wheat and see them safe.In a borough of London called Deptford there lived a community of mice. An old empty house was their home, and in it they fashioned a comfortable life for themselves. People never disturbed them with traps, and because all the windows were boarded up they never even saw a cat.So they dwelled there quite happily. In the winter they would visit the building next to theirs where a blind old lady