Finnius Fable the winged Mouse

Finnius Fable the winged Mouse

Finnius Fable, the winged mouse, is expertly crafted from stoneware clay and meticulously finished with a beautiful copper wash and glaze, this  winged mouse is the perfect piece of pottery for whimsical and quirky home decor lovers, and is sure to spark conversations and bring a touch of magic and fun to any room.

his size:
Height 180 mm (7.1")
Length 250 mm (9.8")
Width 155 mm (6.1")

Finnius Fable was no ordinary mouse. While his kin scurried through burrows and under floorboards, Finn soared through the twilight with wings as soft as moth’s silk. Born beneath the roots of an ancient oak, he had always felt the pull of the sky. His wings—small but swift—had carried him on many moonlit adventures, but none as daring as the one that began on the night of the Whispering Wind.

It started with a rumor. The elder mice whispered of a place called the Skybound Hollow, a hidden sanctuary where only the bravest creatures could enter. It was said to hold an ancient secret, one that could change the fate of all small creatures who dared to dream of the sky.

Finn, ever the curious explorer, decided he had to find it.

With a flick of his tail and a powerful beat of his wings, he launched into the air. The wind curled around him, carrying the scent of damp leaves and distant rain. He darted past owls who barely noticed his tiny frame and glided over the rooftops of sleeping villages, his heart pounding with excitement.

The journey took him beyond the fields he knew, past the silver streams and whispering reeds. Then, just as dawn began to paint the sky, he saw it—a hidden glade nestled between two towering cliffs, bathed in golden light. He had found Skybound Hollow.

Landing softly on the mossy ground, Finn felt a strange hum in the air. At the center of the hollow stood a stone pedestal, and resting atop it—glowing faintly—was a single feather. Not an owl’s, nor a falcon’s, but something far older.

As he stepped closer, the wind itself seemed to speak. "You are the first to arrive in a hundred years, Finn Fable. Take the feather, and let your kind remember that they, too, were once meant to fly."

Finn hesitated, then reached out. The moment his tiny paws touched the feather, a warm light surrounded him. Knowledge flooded his mind—of forgotten legends, of mice who had once ruled the sky, of wings stronger than any storm.

He understood now. He was not just a wanderer. He was a messenger, a keeper of stories, a reminder that even the smallest creatures could touch the stars.

With the first rays of sunlight breaking through the trees, Finn Fable took flight—faster, freer, and with a heart full of wonder.

The legend of the Sky Mice had begun again.