I am not too afraid of mice, unless of course they startle me, like in the DRYER!
Since we moved to town, we stabled our horses. I used go out there and spend hours upon hours moseying around and brushing on the horses and such. I started to notice one of our horses in particular had a buddy. A mouse. It would peep it's head out from a crack every so ofen and over time it got more and more comfortable about showing itself when I was there. I named him (it) Stuart Little, because he would come out, then rush to where he was going and be gone again. He was very much a dare devil. I even seen him munching on grain around the horse's feet.
For a mouse, I thougth he had great personality as he'd pop his nose out and smell, and when all clear, he'd dart out. I could imagine at night when it was all quiet in the barn, and dark, he was munching on fallen grain while the horse was sleeping in the corner, and the cat on the hay.
But I think they were best buds.