Mouse Monologue

Suddenly, thoughts about his house flashed into his head. He remembered seeing drawings of an elephant-like creature being terrified at a small mouse. Could he be the answer to the problem, the mouse thought.
Several days passed as he tried to talk himself out of it. I’m just a mouse: what can I possibly do? I can’t fight. It’ll be best if I stay out of this. Each day he muttered these things in his head.
The days passed and his heart started to pain each day, as if it was being clenched by an iron fist. Suddenly, he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to help the people: he had to do his part to save them from this monstrosity. He started to leave his hole, before fear gutted him in the stomach, leaving him sprawled across the floor. His heart started to pound. I can’t do this. I’m no warrior: I’m not brave, he thought to himself.
The mouse picked himself up and looked outside his hole. Looking outside, he saw the olyfauntasaur invading the camp, forcing the people to evacuate and run for their lives. Out of nowhere, a feeling stirred in the mouse’s stomach. Is it fear? Is it guilt? These thoughts raced as he tried to understand what he felt. It’s bravery, he realized.
Before he could change his mind, the mouse left his hole and climbed the tree. Once he mounted the tree’s bough, he broke off a thin branch from off the bough. Taking leaves from the surrounding branches, he fashioned for himself a rope. Having his makeshift javelin and rope in hand, he laid in wait as the olyfauntasaur thrashed through the abandoned camp.
Several hours passed as the mouse slept on the bough of the tree, waiting for night to fall. Once night came, the olyfauntasaur yawned, letting out a deafening sound before plopping onto the ground. The beast’s trumpeting noise awakened the mouse from his slumber. As the mouse gathered his wits, he set off on his