Run Run run Run. Where am I running?Rocky thought, his green eyes looked around as he comes to a stop. His tail has fur at the end.  He is hungry.  Need...something...to...eat.  He looks around to discover he just stopped in an abandoned gas station. Unusual and strange smells drift into his nostrils. They were unfamiliar. Completely unfamiliar. Yet, they were tasty. ...Bacon...BACON! He goes straight to the food isle then towed down a big row of 'Bacon chips'.

   His claws poked holes into the bag itself and broke it wide open. His tongue hangs out at the very tasy smell come from the small object. His eyes shined at the shape of a bacon chip. Bacon Bacon Bacon!  Rocky chomps on the chips licking them up by the tongue and used his fangs to crunch it into pieces that were eatable. They did not taste that all bad. After eating all the bacon chips the lion's tongue comes out trying to lick the remaining crumbs on his face.

    Rocky burped.

  Ohhhh that was goood.

  Squeak squeeak!

 Rocky is a shy speaker, specifically towards everything. He hasn't spoken in lion years.

   "Hey you, Lion!" The Mouse stood up on it's feet. "Speak or I will stand on your back!"

     Rocky stood in front of the mouse, not scared.

   "You, speak, all animals speak!" The Mouse said, being pretty life-like and full of personality. "Are you shy?"

    Rocky's nose blew mucus onto the mouse.

    "Hey!" The mouse shakes off the mucus.

    The mouse narrows it's eyes at Rocky. The little animal goes ot the television set and turned it on the news channel drawing Rocky's catchable attention.The mouse sat on the big counter table on all feet, almost relaxed.

  "A lion has escaped, a wild lion has escaped from the house of deceased owner Clara Winfree," The reporter continues. "Do not, under any circumstance shoot the animal. The Police have said if you come in contact in this animal, I repeat, do not attack the lion! Call 911 right away or Animal Control so things won't get out of hand."

   Rocky is horrified.

 "Now speak!" The mouse declares.

   Rocky shakes his head. 

    "I'm not a monster..."

    He lowers his head towards the floor, sad and upset about the announcement. He sounded like a young teenager who was misunderstood and thought to have intentions that were not too good itself; such as when a teenager runs away from home there has been a law passed they would be called fugitives and be sent back home if they were found.

     Rocky paces back and forth.

       "Why...why do they think I'm dangerous?"

   The mouse is almost stunned by his voice.

  "Uh...hello?" Rocky waved his paw in front of the Mouses face.

 The Mouse staggers back on a cash register.

 "Yo....Are you from Britian?" The Mouse is shocked, breathing fast and his entire body is shaking.

 Rocky doesn't have  a clue what Britain is; He raised up his head, his ears flicker, His tail moved off to the side where  it hit a rack of sunglasses. The rack fell to the floor making loud noises that startled the mouse on top of the register acting scared,

"What's Britain?" Rocky sits down on his back feet letting his front legs  stand.

 The Mouse got huge eyes.

"..You have not been to Britain?" He stops shaking. "Sounds strange...for a lion with an accent that's like Scottish and such."

 Rocky frowns.

 "My name is Rocky, the teenage lion. " The lion introduced himself. "What's your name?" He licks his paw smoothing out the dirt and parts of leafs that had stuck onto him when running  through the grass from the house.

The White and black mouse  stood on the buttons of the cash register that is electronic.

 "C-phu."

"Cepo?"

"Cee'fru."

Rocky tilts his head. "I'll call you Bob."