Remaining in his position, the yellow mouse did something no other would have done in his situation: he nodded at the predator, then added "Yes, please. Eat me." It was short, efficient and all the while completely crazy. He could still hear that voice in his head telling him that he was a fool , that he was falling into a trap and that it would be the end of him, but he swept those thoughts under a carpet made of his wildest fantasies. If he is was about to die, it might as well be by doing something that looked appealing.