The situation left the boy at a loss.
"..."
The boy suddenly thought of something.
He looked at the mouse, still feeling a little creeped out.
But...
He turned around, wanting to take off the backpack he'd been carrying.
Huh?
The boy froze.
Where was his backpack...?
After a few seconds of confusion, realization dawned on his face.
He remembered.
Earlier, when the mouse was about to catch up with him, he'd taken off his backpack and flung it at the mouse.
That had bought him a little time to escape.
Where had he thrown it?
The boy sighed.
He'd have to go back and find his backpack before heading home later.
A hint of annoyance welled up inside him.
He turned around.
But the spot where the mouse had been was now empty.
Had it left?
Though puzzled, he felt immensely relieved.
It was embarrassing to admit...
But he was really freaked out by mice.
The boy tried to get up.
A sharp pain in his knee reminded him that he was injured.
He'd almost forgotten.
He'd been rummaging through his backpack earlier because he wanted to get a bandage from inside.
But he had no idea where he'd thrown it.
So naturally, the bandage inside wasn't with him either...
The boy lay back on the ground.
The sky, awash in crimson clouds, filled his vision.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
His gloomy mood eased a little.
He was getting sleepy.
His eyelids kept drooping.
Hm... what?
The thing that suddenly appeared in his field of vision left him stunned for a second, then his eyes flew open.
That was...
His backpack?!
The boy shot upright.
Only then did he understand what was going on.
It was the mouse!
The mouse with