The Mouse That Saved the West
Leonard Wibberley
Language: English
Pages: 114
ISBN: 0688003648
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The book dates from 1981, but seems to look back to the mid-seventies gas crunch for its motif. But it's a novel, one from the prolific pen of Leonard Wibberly, and falling into the series spun from his most popular, famous, and enticing work, The Mouse That Roared.The Mouse That Roared There are at least two other engaging titles in the series, both of which I've given five stars, no question: The Mouse on the Moon,The Mouse on the Moon and The Mouse on Wall StreetThe Mouse on Wall Street. Leonard's acumen, shown to such sparkling effect in these works, two of which were made into popular movies,The Mouse That Roared, and The Mouse on the Moon here briefly flares and fizzles out.
The Mouse of the title is the tiny Duchy of Grand Fenwick, a sovereign nation situated in the French/ Swiss Alps. It's not necessary to have read the former books to understand this one, although previous adventures are referred to throughout it, but it certainly is a delightful pleasure awaiting readers new to the denizens and designs of the Duchy. If the author here, along with the characters in the book, runs out of gas, it merely makes us, like them, wish to return to happier times and a full head of steam: lucky for readers, the happy adventure awaits of The Mouse That Roared.
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Allowed to be broken without firm action, then none may be held to be of solid worth and nothing but chaos can result. They have nothing to do with hot bath water." Bentner seemed subdued, but only for a moment. "It's all very well to say that it's got nothing to do with bath water," he said, "but we'll all be in plenty of hot water of another kind if we break that treaty. About the first thing I can see happening is the United States will cut off the market for our wine and wool. All very well.
Done so that you could observe in Grand Fenwick the effect of such privation on larger nations." "It was indeed I who ordered supplies cut off," said Birelli. "But not for the reasons you think." "Indeed," said the Count. "May I inquire then what were your reasons?" "Do you really require an explanation?" asked Birelli. "I thought the matter obvious. I wished, my dear Mountjoy, to engage your mind firmly on the oil crisis since your experience in statecraft is without parallel in Europe. I.
It came to money. That was something everybody knew. So when, after lying somewhat longer abed in the morning than they had intended, the two geologists arose to have breakfast, they found a score of Grand Fenwickians outside the inn, waiting to accompany them to the legendary but neglected valley. Among them was Stedforth, editor of the Grand Fenwick Times. To his questions they replied that they had been engaged to make a geological survey of the valley. They were not looking for anything in.
Essential showmanship, together with the erection of the Christmas tree over the wellhead, had also to be attended to. Thereafter a fleet of tank trucks would be on hand, pumping oil into the dungeon while the pretense was maintained that the oil was coming from the dungeon, having originated in the well. These details arranged, November 8 was agreed as the day when Mountjoy would announce to the House of Freemen that oil had been struck in the Duchy, that the reservoir of oil was enormous,.
Called bird water, contained an energy field resistant to electrical bombardment—or bombardment of any kind, as I subsequently discovered—but not to bombardment by ultrasonic sound waves emitted by chaffinches —bobolinks too, I believe. "Subject to such a bombardment, not only do the molecules disintegrate but the atoms also, in a slow but steady release of energy. I can't claim all the credit. There's something about it in Tu-sin Yung's "Periods of Atomic Particles" and also Hazlitt's.