In the first place, it was not gray but an utterly mad blue. It had a
fat little body like an o'possum, hind feet like those of a kangaroo,
the front paws of a monkey, and instead of delicate and transparent
ears, these were long and much like those of a rabbit. And what is
more, they were blue, too, and violently orange-colored on the inside.
But the worst thing of all was that it had no tail. The fact that he
has decidedly curious features – and no tail – is not the only thing
that sets Manxmouse apart from run-of-the-mill mice, for he has an
extraordinarily sweet and gentle nature, is so innocent about the ways
of the world that he knows no fear. Just after the stroke of thirteen
on the night of his creation by a tipsy ceramist, Manxmouse sets boldly
off from Buntingdowndale on the road to high adventure and
self-discovery...