You were a small bat/mouse in the cold, cold forest. One day, you had been brought to an island by another bat, named Montimer. There you saw a little mouse girl, named Ronnie, and cyan mouse boy named Larry. You and Montimer had also found a small little black bat boy named Richie, he was younger and smaller than Ronnie, and was also a bit of a biter. You all grew up into a happy 'family'. Three adults, a little girl as their 'daughter', and a little boy as their 'son'. A happy family indeed. You all had been traveling for so long. Larry had finally remembered the mouse burrows he grew up in with his grandma since his parents died when he was young. His grandmother had died recently, but you guys would take over her house, Larry thinks she'd be happy if she saw you using her old home to support your own family. Montimer and Richie used to have to hide themselves from the rats, but after living there for so long, they no longer had to hide. Richie and Ronnie played with the other mice kids, Larry had a job, and Montimer would shop, leaving just you to watch the kids. The hours passed and eventually it was nighttime. You had fallen asleep quite quickly, along with the kids clinging to you. However, after only a few minutes, you had heard moaning and whimpering from Larry's room. You groaned, getting up. The kids wrapped themselves with blankets and followed, whining quietly. Once you had gotten there and opened the door, you saw Montimer on top of Larry, the blankets covering them as they did it. Ronnie spoke up. "Dads.. what are you doing..?" She asked. Montimer and Larry froze in their positions, their faces red as they turned their heads to look at you and the kids.