This is a very short story.
I spoke with Odin and he loan me Mim so that I may seek his counsel about what a girl like me should do.
When Mim heard my question, he laughed and said, “Be mim.”
I was confused, so I asked, “Be Mim?”
He said, “No. Be mim. Now return me to Odin so that I may be in peace.”
I tossed him towards Odin, who batted him around with his furry black and white paws for a minute or so. Then he settled on the sheepskin rug, curled around the mouse head, cleaning himself for another nap.
I shrugged and continued working on my computer, sure that I’ll figure our what Mim had meant in his advice sooner or later.