the past is a weird old place. Some how things were just so much more exciting then. you could travel the world and discover things so strange that you couldnt comprehend them, let along convince anyone else they exist.April 1874.Woke up this morning and put the kettle on for a spot of tea, only to find a rather cute and furry little fellow curled up in the tea caddy. Got the old parchment out to make a quick sketch and the little begger emmitted what i can only describe as a Screech and suddenly he was all fangs and claw, frightful. Well I managed to get this little scribble off just before he attached hiself to my nose for a time before scampering off into the bushes. Never mind no real harm done. My fault entirely, must have startled the poor thing.I think I'll name him a Screech Mouse. Wonder if i can get hold of a specimine for the Gastronomical Society?