Reason of Change (A short story about a mouse!)
Forest Thomer
There once was a group of mice, that lived in a house for generations thrice.
And of these mice, there was one young fellow, who often bellowed, “I’m sleek, cool, and fast, a powerful body of mass, who like the ocean’s torrents, and the wind’s currents, am capable of any feat, no matter how great or meek.”
Because of such boisterous words, he was often ignored. Nonetheless he continued making, such remarks at the others detest. Until one mouse exclaimed a bet, which would allow his words to be met.
So the young mouse, being as he was accepted the wager. Never truly understanding the danger. In order for the wager to be won, he had to fetch that night’s dinner, while not alerting anyone.
So he decided to undertake during the night’s mask. Taking comfort in the fact he was assigned this task. During the shadows casting, he committed to the others asking. Scurrying he did, believing himself to be big. Running about, never developing a sense of doubt. While puffing his chest out, he came upon the route, that would take him to his goal. Though such a way was very bold.
You see, between him and his family’s feed, existed an obstacle that created a sense of urgency. There lay next to the cabinet door, a dog, a cat, and a boar.
Suddenly he could not go through, due to the fear that brewed. How could a little mouse, continue on without getting trounced.
He thought of his words, and began to feel absurd. He had made all kinds of accusations. Now his mind twirled with desperation. If he went back he’d be a failure, if he were to act, it was possible his body would no longer labor. So he swallowed the pain in his stomach. He swallowed his pride, felt as if he died. He decided to escape, but in the haste, in a child’s cry, came the words “My, My, My Mommy, Daddy look next to the door, across from my toy boar hides a fuzzy mouse.”
“A mouse in the house? This can not be”, exclaimed his Mother. “A mouse in the house? Don’t let it escape”, says his father. So with a jolt to the bathroom the father seized, a tool of reckoning, which would appease, ALL mortal man’s deepest desire. The ability to control life is what we aspire.
The poor little mouse felt cold, as the story of his life began to unfold. What happened to the mouse one may ask. Well, he collapsed. In a state of fear he began to think of those held dear. And realized, he idolized, Only himself.
He began to question, the reason for this suggestion. Was it because of what he say, pushing others away. He was going to die alone. His hopes and dreams never to again be phoned.
He was going to die forgotten and humiliated, because he did not practice humility when he communicated.
What was his purpose, if his actions would never surface, Again?
As the plunger came crashing down, he grabbed hold of the ground. Moving himself due to a strange vibe, which supplied drive. For the thought of surviving, was very energizing. But more true to himself, he could not allow his existence to retain only within itself. True heroes’ stories are told, for all to behold. True heroes act. They do not talk, in-fact, they never disappear. Because others will encourage their actions to reappear.
He dodged attacks of three. And escaped to safety, while telling his old self-bye. Then he began to cry. But in that moment, appeared hopes atonement. A cracker he detected, his reputation protected. He returned to his dorm, but his soul appeared in a new form. He had realized his flaw and answered the call.
Upon his arrival there was a feast. And eventually he began to win friends, due to the fact his ego was no longer a beast. And in due time this came with a price, for he formed many more generations of mice. Each telling a story of a mouse that changed, Demonstrating forever how personality is gauged.
