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George
Mouse says: "I
and I's mices live in the Red Tower of Post in Holland
Park Road since Papa Mouse moved here from the old
country to start the family business. "Don't live to
Fashion, Fashion to live" Papa used to say. (Weep!)
Every day we get commissions to make fabulous new
clothes. Our clientele are very secretive and sometimes
their instructions border on the cryptic! We often
receive payment in lighter fuel and lit matches but
sometimes, just sometimes we are given URLs to nourish
our minds and souls.
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fragment of cloth, found tacked to a bench in Hyde Park,
explains all.
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story:
Hello, I remember
this order very well. It was my first time as the
chief designer. The order came in Halifax envelope, Mrs.
H. Smallbones wanted a repossession order for Mr. R. Lockley.
Inspiration came quickly, of course she meant Re-Poisson
orgy!. A tableau of viscous copulating fish woven on to
a asymmetrical skirt and hauteur top. Genius! Our fashion
partners (the word customer is so rude) are so daring, riding
the knife edge till it splits the mundane. For my... our
fishy master piece Mr. Lockey sent a funny note of thanks
and this. I can say the URL really fast now. I'm so joyous.
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Robitussin Mouse:
Alright homes. I
up with the flow and tow the line of Billy-O, respect. I've
been doing the design for months, man. Months. I have a
gift right, straight away I can see where the guy and gals
are coming from. My last job was the best in a long line
of success stories and dance floor breakdowns. Mr. Grattan
Catalogue, right, wants to give me this set of cooking pots
and shit for `sending off my first order today'. Well that's
it, init, military motifs, urban wear and the wide trouser.
It's like screaming at me to create it. For my illing styles
me get this copper button. Tuffness or what?
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I am Reinhagen
Mouse.
Well, you say I'm
a robot mouse? Ah, I keep you guessing! Anyway, I get a
package from Brickford Ng marked 'Innovations' - he want
'Moonlight Markers' for his back path! "Who don't,
Mr Ng?" I laugh!
I can 'Innovate'
with the best of 'em, and come up with the goods - a full-body
cosmonaut space helmet that glides on ice and tar surfaces!
The visor pops forward, not up! Needs a load of polish,
but Mr Ng, he got plenty of polish. His reward is more than I dared
hope.
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This is Jack-a-mouse.
Jack-a-mouse
chooses not to speak. Rather, he wears a clothe to convey
his mood and wishes and opinions. By his vellum tie, we
see he has received a statement pertaining to money. There
is not enough money, in this case for a Miss Hart. This
makes Jack-a-mouse sad - note the NooseBelt. But hope (that
shirt!) lives in the mossy moccasins that Jack-a-mouse has
made for poor Miss Hart. She is grateful, but she has nothing
- how has she repaid Jack-a-mouse? Ah - the pant.Well done, Jack-a-mouse!
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Hello boys, Cubit Mouse here!
Usually,
my clothes are made according to strict logarithms, axioms
and rock hard maths. But not after the letter from little
Tommy Kane, 3, asking Santa for a new puppy, one 'less
hungry' than his current pet. No, I decided to go to town
organically, with an ivy-and-fern living waist-bunting,
which I'm sure will suit the tiny gent. Of course, I was
most pleased to receive the exercise book with
'The Truth is all there is' repeated therein some
thousand times or more. Pungent crayola.
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