“I’m Matchstick the Mouse. And, hey, I’m actually a mouse. Surprised? I bet you’re wondering how I got my name. You’re not? Wait! Where are you going?”
“Match, who are you talking to?”
“Why are your fans walking away from you?”
Matchstick raised a furry brow. “Good question.”
“Is that the style you want for your chapters of our memoirs?” Mischief reached for her satchel to pull out a pencil.