The Matriarch's Message to Kairi/Flying Dreams

(Later that night, seven children waited for Kairi to return home)

Boy mouse: (Voice-over) Maybe I should go look for Mom.

Girl mouse: (Voice-over) I don’t think so, Tank.

Old female: (Voice-over) Kairi?!?! Kairi!!

Oh! Auntie Matriarch! Oh Auntie! Oh no... She'll wake up Honker! She's not here Why is she always coming around here, poking her nose in where she's not wanted? Martin! Thank you child. I must speak with your mother. Your Auntie is exhausted! Why me? That I alone should be responsible for the welfare of the entire field is monstrous! Brisby! mother isn't here Auntie Shrew, Timmy's sick! Cynthia dearest, don't pull me. She's not here? She left you children alone then? I'm old enough. ...rats in the field up to heaven knows what sort of mischief... Cynthia dear, don't fidgit! You're so like your mother! I ain't scared of nuthin! She went to see Mr. Ages. To Ages? That old flim-flam! Whatever for? Auntie Shrew, Timmy's sick! Patience, my pet. Why to Ages? - Timmy's sick! - Timothy is very ill. Timmy ill? How dreadful! I'm not afraid of the dark! I'm not afraid of the farmer! I can't hear! I'm not even scared of Dragon. I'm not even afraid of... of... of the Great Owl! Will you hush up? Aw, you hush up! Martin! Precocious monster! Bossing bullfrog! Spoiled brat! Loudmouth! That will be quite enough, thank you! Cast not pearls before swine, I always say... and that includes impudent piglets! Good day! Oh! You impertinent little... Martin! Auntie Shrew, what's going on!? Indeed! Please... come back inside... Not for a king's ransom! I have just one thing to say That child is a brat! Yes, I will speak to him. I came here to inform you... that the frost is off the ground... and Moving Day is at hand. Prepare to move your very very odd family. Good day. You never know what might be lurking about out here what with rats and... Well, children. now you've done it. It was Martin. The Shrew means well. She only wants to help. Gosh, I'm sorry, Mom. Is Timmy gonna die? No, sweetheart. He's just very sick. What's the matter with him, Mother? Mr. Ages called it... pneumonia. pneumonia? When will he get better? Soon... I hope. Off to bed with you now. Dear, a man came by today, from NIMH. NIMH? Yes, you know! The National Institute of Mental Health. He was asking if we had noticed... anything strange... about the rats on the farm Well, I said "No, nothing unusual". Beth, I have to get up early. Oh, it gave me goosebumps to hear him carry on that way! Like the rats might have some horrible disease! Night, Beth...