Shame On You, Black Shaman

  It was a bright sunny day, the birds chirped, the leaves blowing. It was just great until... A black shaman appeared. The little mouse turned in fright. "Well Well Well. Who the hell do you happen to be?" Snapped the black shaman. 
"Um. Hi?" Little did the mouse know, the black shaman was about to through a cannonball at her. The black shaman raised into the air and dust scatters around him. Then, he fell down on his feet holding a left arrow cannonball.
"HAHAHAA!" The black shaman taunted. Quackitiy grunted. "All because I'm a noob." Quackitiy thought. "Doesn't mean I can't get the cheese back to the mouse hole." The black shaman hissed and threw the cannonball. Quackitiy swiftly jumped into the air, dodging the ball. The cannonball was about to fall off the edge. Quackitiy picked it up. "Don't underestimate me, sham." Quackitiy said sternly in the black shamans face. The black shaman had buldging eyes in fright. Quackity backed up and threw the cannonball at him.
He faints. The black shaman transforms into a normal mouse. Quackity leans under him and picks him up. Quackity walked back to her tribe house with him in her arms. "Hey, it's okay. Quackitiy whispers to him. He opens one eye. "I'm fine. My name is Quicksilver." Quicksilver said. "Nice name Quicksilver." Quackity colmlimented. "Thanks." Quicksilver said thankfully and slightly blushed. Quackity put him down on the movie couch. Over 10 mice sat on it too. "What is this place?" Quicksilver asked politely. "Oh, this is the Whispering Cats tribe house." They played and talked, and fiddled and bounced. Quackity and Quicksilver became friends.

Lesson: bullies can become your friend after you stand up to them. Act wisely.