From the jungle stumbled a small anthromorphic male mouse, barely over 4'10, a pack on his back. His white fur was slick with sweat, large ears tucked back, and it seemed every step was a fight, one he was losing.<br/><br/>Smiling as he saw the clear blue water, he started to run, but a suddenly wave of dizziness and nausea hit him, and he fell to the ground. Groaning as he rubbed his head, he looked at the water, which seemed to be spinning with the rest of the world.<br/><br/>"Ohhh, this hasn't been my day." he muttered, and began slowly pulling himself toward the water, hoping to remain conscious long enough to get a few drinks of desperately-needed water.