Date: 3/12/2025
By bluefox247
I think I was a mouse. I was with other mice, but it was a cartoon aesthetic, like that one disney movie (The Rescuers Down Under). One of the mice was basically the mouse version of Zorro, the Spaniard/Mexican character with the black mask. We all called him Doroto or something like that. One of the o’s in his name had an accent mark. Sort of just sounds like Dorito now that I’m awake. He was cursed by his father to always be chased anytime he tried to run outside because as a kid he played outside too much instead of studying. We, his friends, helped him dodge the creepy mouse that would try to catch him. We were trying to hang out on a college campus together and to get there we ran through rolling green hills and an alleyway at one point.