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The palace had displayed the mouse nine times and was still arguing about attendance.
Three living Fortune Mice occupied the centre reel.
One at the top.
One in the middle.
One below.
Each wore the same red jacket, the same yellow collar and the same expression of cheerful innocence normally seen immediately before grain disappears from a locked room.
The first reel held three red-and-gold mouse emblems.
The third reel matched it.
Six portraits on the outer walls.
Three actual mice stacked through the centre.
Every visible position showed the same round ears.
Every route across the palace passed through the same front teeth.
The green roof turned gold.
Coins lifted from the courtyard.
All five paylines lit through emblem, Wild and emblem.
The mouse at the top raised one ingot.
The mouse in the middle raised another.
The mouse at the bottom had no ingot, so he raised both paws and accepted the role of enthusiasm.
The win reached €100.00.
Above them, the x1000 coronation stayed shut.
The palace had seen nine mouse faces.
It had counted only three mice.
The six outer symbols were family emblems, ceremonial portraits, expensive wallpaper with ears.
Fortune Mouse looked from the sealed prize to the outer reels.
Then he looked through the screen at me.
Beside the keyboard, I had already written nine on the session sheet.
This had somehow become my fault.
The palace had begun with one empty portrait hook beneath the green roof and a courtyard already buried in gold coins.
Fortune Mouse stood on top of the pile carrying two ingots shaped like bowls.
He was small enough to fit inside either one.
Instead, he held them apart with the confidence of a ruler presenting evidence that both hands had found money.
Pink blossoms crowded the background.
Firecrackers hung from the roof.
Coins with square holes rolled between the paving stones.
The palace gate shone behind him.
A red portrait rose from the coin pile and attached itself to the empty hook.
It showed Fortune Mouse.
Another followed.
Also Fortune Mouse.
Then a third.
Same ears.
Same jacket.
Same grin.
The palace had apparently lost its ancestral records and replaced them with one mouse photographed from several flattering distances.
The reels opened beneath the gallery.
Three columns.
Three positions each.
Five narrow paths crossing a pantry decorated as a royal residence.
I played at €1.00.
The first broad procession brought citrus on white plates, peanuts split from their shells, bundles of firecrackers, red packets stuffed with notes, round money bags and the mouse’s red family emblem.
Everything looked either edible, explosive or already stolen.
The peanuts behaved as though they owned the lower shelves.
The oranges arrived polished and peeled at one side, apparently unwilling to enter the palace without table service.
Firecrackers gathered indoors beneath a wooden roof because nobody had considered rodents a safety concern.
Money bags landed upright, red cords tied around their necks.
The mouse emblems appeared among them, each showing the same curled golden animal design, as though Fortune Mouse had stamped his face onto the family silver before the family existed.
The Wild mouse entered wherever a line needed somebody flexible.
Between oranges, he became citrus.
Between peanuts, he accepted temporary employment as lunch.
Firecrackers reached him and converted the smiling palace mascot into an explosive device wearing formal clothes.
The route paid.
The mouse returned to himself without smoke damage.
He raised both ingots.
The crowd of coins behind him flashed.
Another small line connected through red packets.
The Wild joined the correspondence.
For one brief payment, the ruler of the palace became an envelope.
Nothing about his expression changed.
Fortune Mouse could become food, fireworks, money or mail.
He could not become less pleased with himself.
The courtyard moved through one long pantry parade.
Peanuts gathered, separated and returned with different peanuts.
Oranges appeared beside firecrackers, suggesting the kitchen had begun preparing a fruit course by artillery.
Red packets crossed two reels and received a money bag at the end.
Mouse emblems stood opposite one another while the centre supplied citrus.
Every near win looked like the pantry had been searched by somebody too short to reach the final shelf.
The balance softened.
The mouse remained standing on the coin pile.
Whenever a few euros returned, he lifted the ingots higher.
They were empty.
The polished interiors reflected nothing but coins he had not collected.
The ruler of endless prosperity had brought two gold bowls to a palace full of wealth and managed to gather only his own face.
More portraits filled the gallery above him.
One mouse wearing the red jacket.
One mouse holding the left ingot slightly higher.
One mouse smiling toward the right.
The dynasty had no grandparents.
It had angles.
Then the centre reel changed while the palace was still moving.
Golden light opened behind it.
The mouse dropped his ingots.
They landed upright in the coin pile.
He climbed the first one.
Jumped to the second.
Then launched himself into the middle reel.
One Wild mouse appeared in the top position.
Another filled the centre.
A third occupied the bottom.
The centre column had become a vertical mouse residence with the same tenant on every floor.
The top mouse waved.
The lower mouse waved half a second later.
The middle mouse looked from one copy to the other and appeared delighted that management had finally hired correctly.
The outer reels kept moving.
They would not stop until the palace found a win.
The left wall opened onto peanuts.
The right wall produced fireworks.
Three Wild mice stood between food and controlled explosion, willing to become either and unable to convince the two ends that they were related.
The walls turned again.
Oranges arrived on one side.
Money bags appeared on the other.
The mouse clones changed identity in the centre, becoming fruit toward the left and wealth toward the right, a vertical column of small animals trying to host two incompatible banquets at once.
No route completed.
The palace continued respinning.
The outer walls became rotating storage cupboards.
Every turn opened onto a new disagreement.
Red packets faced peanuts.
Firecrackers stared across at citrus.
Money bags received mouse emblems from the opposite wing.
The three Wilds in the centre kept changing costume.
The top mouse became a peanut.
The middle mouse became a firecracker.
The bottom mouse became an envelope.
Then the walls moved and all three had to change again before anyone had finished recognising them.
Fortune Mouse had filled the centre of the palace with himself and ordered the architecture to keep searching until it found a flattering outcome.
The roof shook.
Pink petals fell through the reels.
Coins rolled from one side of the courtyard to the other.
The two empty ingots remained below, catching nothing but blossoms.
The mouse copies treated the delay as rehearsal.
One adjusted his jacket.
Another practised raising both paws.
The third stood sideways, possibly preparing a new portrait.
The outer reels spun through the entire household.
Food.
Fireworks.
Cash.
Packaging.
Family branding.
Nothing matched long enough to release the palace.
The feature had one condition.
Somebody had to win.
Fortune Mouse had interpreted that as permission to keep redecorating until the walls agreed with his face.
The left reel finally produced three red mouse emblems.
Top, middle and bottom.
The portraits glowed against the gold background.
The right reel was still moving.
Peanuts passed.
Oranges passed.
A money bag slowed, reconsidered and moved on.
One red mouse emblem appeared at the top.
Another reached the centre.
The final position turned.
Firecracker.
Peanut.
Red packet.
Then the third emblem arrived.
Both outer walls now displayed Fortune Mouse from floor to roof.
Six identical crests.
The three living Wilds remained stacked between them.
The palace no longer looked like a slot.
It looked like a family gallery operated by one surviving family member.
The top payline crossed portrait, mouse and portrait.
The middle did the same.
The bottom connected beneath them.
Both diagonal paths also travelled from a mouse emblem, through a Wild mouse and into another emblem.
All five lines belonged to the same face.
Gold burst from the roof.
The three living mice opened their arms.
The six portraits flashed around them.
Fortune Mouse had achieved total visual control of the palace.
The red emblem was the highest ordinary symbol, and five complete lines of it crossed the Wild column.
The feature paid 100x.
At €1.00, €100.00 entered the session.
The balance moved clearly ahead.
Coins rained into the courtyard.
The empty ingot bowls filled so quickly that they disappeared beneath the pile.
The mouse copies danced through the centre reel.
One swung from the top border.
One stood inside the middle holding a coin larger than his head.
The third tried to climb through the bottom while carrying both ingots.
Above them, the x1000 seal remained dark.
Nine Wilds would have opened it.
Nine actual living mouse symbols.
This screen contained only three.
The six outer faces were emblems.
Portraits.
Official merchandise.
The palace recognised a likeness but refused to issue it a body.
Fortune Mouse pointed toward the first reel.
Then the third.
He counted every portrait with one paw.
Six.
He counted the three Wilds.
Nine.
The palace counted again.
Three.
The mouse climbed onto the centre frame and presented the entire gallery with both arms.
The x1000 seal did not move.
Gold could be fooled by Wild substitution.
Ancestry required breathing.
The feature cleared.
The six outer portraits loosened from the walls and slid into the courtyard.
The three Wild copies climbed out of the centre reel.
One entered the left ingot.
One climbed into the right.
The original stood between them.
Then both bowls flashed.
The two copies folded back into him through the gold.
Three living mice became one mouse holding two containers full of his own portraits.
The ordinary palace returned.
Peanuts rolled onto the lower row.
Firecrackers hung beneath the wooden roof.
Oranges arrived on their plates.
I gave it one final round while the portrait hooks above the reels emptied themselves.
A peanut line nearly formed and missed at the right edge.
Fortune Mouse watched from his coin pile, €100.00 richer and visibly offended that the palace had distinguished between population and decoration.
I stopped clearly ahead.
The mouse carried the six portraits toward the green gate, three stacked inside each ingot.
At the doorway, he turned back.
Square-holed coins reflected his face from the floor.
The gold bowls reflected it from both hands.
The polished gate reflected it behind him.
For one moment, Fortune Mouse counted himself across every shiny surface in the palace.
The x1000 seal stayed dark.
Even eternal prosperity wanted separate mice, not one mouse with excellent lighting.
Decay thinks it’s conducting a psychological experiment.