For thousands of years, Valley has been home to all of the animal folk of Bloomburrow. A haven interspersed with towns, bustling and thriving. Home to all shapes of mouse, squirrel, bat and otter. However, things are not all as they seem and our peaceful forest folk must now survive against significant dangers they’ve not previously seen the likes of.

But there is hope. Within all of Three Tree City, there is no creature quite like our valiant little hero. The stuff of legends and stories throughout the valley, one mouse stands against evil. With his unassuming tawny brown coat and his big eyes flashing with determination, he strikes one as a rather small, un-intimidating fellow. And perhaps to those who had never met him, Arthur might seem less than fearsome but songs are never written about those who had never achieved anything… or so you may think.

Adorned in armour and great in stature (if not size), Arthur lives up to his reputation. In an attempt to woo his onlookers, Arthur dashes out on his steed. Red cape flowing, marigolds blazoned on his chest and a lance poised before him. He possesses an agility one could only dream of. His mount, a never-seen-before beast, constructed entirely from feathers, wicker bark, thistle and twine.

And that is perhaps where the story of our hero starts to unravel, and that things may not appear as they seem. His steed, though impressive, seems less than agile upon closer inspection. His lance little more than two wooden spikes roped together to form a point. And though many a song has been sung of Arthur, the Marigold Knight, few have seen his achievements in person.

But perhaps we need not look too closely at this brave and determined mouse, but rather admire his ferocity and dedication to his craft. And perhaps we could learn a thing or two about ourselves as well.