Have at you!

People often develop personal mythologies, right? When I was a kid, I latched onto Reepicheep, the sword-waving mouse of C.S. Lewis' Narnia series. He was so over-the-top fierce, sometimes to the point of getting himself into trouble, a bit like Scrappy Doo. But even though he was really cute and furry and whiskery, Lucy knew she wasn't allowed to cuddle him because he had such grave mousy dignity. Once she was allowed. But that was like, the end of the world or something. He was also my first short-person hero, and I was so impressed that in the end of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, he's the only one brave enough to walk all the way to the end of the world and chill with allegorical Jesus & Company....oh, swoon.

Say what you will about C.S. Lewis (I'm not religious, so that's already something I have to say about him), but I'll always be glad he gave me a fierce mousey role model to egg myself on with when I'm not feeling equal to the things that are demanded of me.