And then he tiptoed far away and lay down and fell asleep. It was the best sleep he had ever had in his whole short life because it was the only time he’d had a full tummy. And there is no sleep as good as a full-tummy sleep. Then one day he found a little house in the woods. A human house. Where a woodcutter lived with his son, Nikolas. Blitzen said nothing. Blitzen never said anything. Blitzen just lay there in the snow of the Reindeer Field, watching his reindeer friends chasing each other around in the air above and (possibly) wishing the mouse would leave him alone. 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. An epic escapade, the story of a mouse named Miika who never knew his dad, and although he knew his mum, Ulla, was ’ very, very very tired’ with thirteen little mice to care for, she fell asleep before she could get around to naming him. He was always hungry, the weakest and the smallest, the last one born, and the one who went largely ignored by his Mum. So one early morning, when the other mice are sleeping, he decides to leave his home in the tree. He pauses before leaving, saying goodbye to everyone, including his Mum, but no one is listening.

When Nikolas’s father failed to return home from a voyage, Nikolas took Miika on a perilous journey to find him. They shared a big adventure in the Far North. And Miika felt like they were the best friends in the whole world. They were friends. And they looked quite ordinary. They had ordinary dark eyes, ordinary pink noses, ordinary tails. One mouse was a bit scruffier than the other. The ending made me smile and yes, I also teared up just a bit. It was just a great ending to a great book. A book that I flew through in one go. I just HAD to read it and finish it. 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–now a Netflix movie starring Kristen Wiig, Maggie Smith and Henry Lawfull! 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. TAMiika heard voices and turned to see Nikolas walking briskly across the field, making boot prints in the snow. His head was bowed, and he was busy talking to some elves from the workshop. 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! I liked how the moral was all about fitting in without actually having to fit in. I like the idea that 2 characters of the same species were nothing alike. It would appeal to anyone who likes fantasy stories because it's set in a fantastical world. IW I liked the drawings in the book, the houses and the elves. I will read it to my little sisters. AD 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.

When he makes friends with a fellow mouse, Miika thinks he can relax. But really, his quest is just beginning…Sorry . . . sorry . . . sorry . . . oh . . . so sorry!” he said as everyone tutted and squeaked and grumbled and ouched at him. And then they were off. Galloping across the snowy field, which even in the middle of summer was as white and fluffy as a beard. A group of our children read and reviewed this title via The Reading Agency's Chatterbooks group. Here are their opinions.

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. 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.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–now a Netflix movie starring Kristen Wiig, Maggie Smith and Henry Lawfull! One of the mice was called Miika. He was the less scruffy of the two, but still a little bit scruffy. The brown fur on his chest and tummy was often dotted with mushroom crumbs. Unlike his friend, Miika liked the elves, the reindeer, and the pixies of Elfhelm. 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.”

This,” she told all the little mice as they gathered round, “is something really quite exciting. It is a whole button mushroom. The best in the forest! Since we’ve already eaten today, we’ll all go to sleep now and have it for breakfast tomorrow.” Irgendwo am nördlichsten Zipfel von Finnland, an einem Ort, den man auf keiner Landkarte finden kann, liegt ein kleines Dörfchen namens Wichtelgrund. Hier leben Wichtel, fliegende Rentiere und Elfen – und eine winzige Maus namens Miika. Von diesem kleinen Mäuserich handelt diese Geschichte.

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Miika just wants to belong. Living with elves and trolls and pixies can make a mouse feel like the odd one out. Eine Weihnachtsmaus namens Miika“ erzählt eine warmherzige, spannende und lustige Geschichte über Mut, wahre Freundschaft, dem Wunsch nach Zugehörigkeit, das Treffen von richtigen Entscheidungen und den Glauben an sich selbst (und natürlich auch über Käse).