Mutant Mice

He couldn't sleep, so he had opted to go and do a quick border patrol. Maybe getting some energy out would help him feel more tired so he could sleep. Maybe it was just excitement at being back home, or maybe he was just too energetic. Whatever the case, his patrol brought him to the dark confines of the barn. Moonlight drifted into the holes in the roof, lighting the inside with an eerie glow. He stood at the broken doorway, his shadow stretching across the ground. It was a quiet night, and the only thing he could really hear was the soft creaking of the wood and the mice that scurried around.

He moved about quietly, careful not to wake up anyone who had chosen to sleep around here, though he had unintentionally let out a gasp when he spotted a scampering blue form in the rafters. "What the f..." He breathed as he watched the eerie blue mouse-shaped creature pause and look at him. His own head tilted as he watched it, the little beast looking at him with beady little eyes before it scampered back the way it came.

Okay...that was really weird...