Silver Moraine Monty Hall Door Mathematics

Spring was most definitely not sprung in Nynka's (totally unbiased, of course) little head. She had had three mice already that morning and her belly didn't even feel half-full, as scrawny and winter-starved as the little beasties still were. Practically nothing but fur and bone! Nynka could easily recall a time some months ago when fat and sassy little rodents practically seemed to be sprouting from the ground like grass, and was thusly not in the best of moods as she went bounding along with nose atwitch, keeping a weather eye out for her fourth mouthful of the day.

Far in the distance a flicker of movement caught her eye and halted her in her tracks. Her whiskers were impatiently aquiver as she stalked toward the spot she'd seen a tremor in the increasingly patchy grass, but then she was diverted by an larger and more overconfident furry brown head that poked itself up out from the rocks. Nynka scurried downwind, crouching low as she moved so that the boulders would hopefully help to hide her profile. The pika glanced cursorily about and gave its head a quick little shake before climbing up on top of the rocks, closing its eyes and tilting its head happily up into the sunshine. It was like having several nestfuls of mice combined into one in this much more sizeable rodent. A small, wicked smile spread across the stalking weasel's face as she thought this was almost going to be too easy.

Then, just before she moved into pouncing distance, the pika squealed shrilly in alarm and dove for cover. Nynka cursed aloud and went diving after it with clws outstretched, even as the air skirled closer and brought the selfsame odor to Nynka's little black nose that the pika had caught wind of first. A distinct stench of wolf, of course. Nynka grimaced but didn't let it stop her from stuffing her front end into the burrow's entryway setting about digging furiously at the rubble, sending small flecks of sharp scree flying behind her as she hastily tried to dig her escaping meal free. Why'd you have to show up right then and there, you monster?! she shouted behind her, though it was more of a venting of frustration than a serious question she expected a real answer to. Half these wolves were downright rude anyway and never properly answered even the most courteous of weasel questions, so really, in a lot of ways it was better not to try very hard with them to begin with. Privately Nynka suspected that there wasn't actually much room for gray matter in those brutish thick ugly skulls of theirs anyhow.