Raven agrees, and the guide leads him to a large open plaza, devoid
of any stalls or traders or people at all.
“It used to be the case,” the guide tells him, “That things
like passing fancies popped up but very quickly faded to nothing, but
not any more.” He points to the opposite end of the square, where
there stands a wall full of holes. “Keep an eye on those walls,
and those three holes in particular. I've been assured there's a
nest of them in there.”
“A nest of what?” Raven asks as the tip of a rodent's nose peaks
out from darkness. It sniffs for a moment, then makes a break for
it, dashing across the ground for a safe hole nearby.
“What on earth?” he asks, as a multicoloured cartoon mouse runs
the gauntlet on hind legs.
“That,” says the guide, “Is a rainbow mouse.”
