April frowned, irritation evident. “I did not consent to your presence,” she said peevishly. “Please depart, and attempt your political assassination on someone else’s property.
Some lines were never meant to be crossed, however good your cause may seem.
You can't kill the truth.
You can't win. Logic has no power over her when her territory has been invaded by heathens.
Some people live where they work. Others just visit.
Life as the chosen religious figure for a colony of cryptid mice can be a lot of things, but it's definitely never boring.