The phrase 'the best laid plans of mice and men' took on a whole new meaning as I struggled to carry a carrot muffin from the staff cafeteria to the cages a few floors down.
It seemed like such a simple concept: bring the prisoners food. But in reality, unless I was feeding the others nothing but crumbs, I had no way of getting them the nutrition they needed to rise up and take over the place.
'Ugh, this is painful,' grunted my mouse, clearly not impressed. 'Just shift, grab a guard's uniform, and take the trays to the rest of the shifters.'
'I can't do that,' I replied with a grunt of my own as I tried to drag a single muffin down the path I had forged in the ceiling. I was going backward, pulling the liner with my teeth as I struggled to find my way. 'They'll know who I am if I run around in human form.'