Mui sat on her shoulder where she had placed him. Nose twitching a bit making his mouse whiskers move as well. He looked around nervously. Then watched as she put her other arm in her jacket. His tail bouncing up and down. He looked around curiously. Looking back at her and watched her get it on all the way. He squeaked softly until he realized she was talking to him. "In you r front pocket where i can still see. Squeak."he smiled yet was very netvous. He was much more vunerable in this size. Yet he trusted her to keep him safe. When they approached the bakeru the jolly old baker greeted them with warmness and kindness. Not even caring she had a mouse in her front pocket.