I could not bear to make you dwell in the last post's plumbing any longer. You are so kind to me and quite wonderful. So, I am here to tell you another {sweeter} story of what happened yesterday afternoon when I arrived to my country-home. A storm was rolling in, winds and rain. Perfect for story-telling.
There was a paper bag with filled with random loot from the local thriftventure place. I had almost forgotten all about it. But, when I opened it, a positively lovely sight to see indeed! There was a huge previously unseen love, in the bag. A "Wee Mouse", waiting for me to discover him. A "Wee Mouse" with a Big story...
You see he was a brave, optimistic, wonderful little fellow. He loved music & dancing. He loved scurrying through dewey patches of newly growing grass. Tender and soft. Alas, his happiness was taken away by an evil witch, who caged him and banished him to the Treacherous-Wood-Pile-Mountains forever...
He was so sad about his fate. He thought he had outsmarted everyone and everything. He knew how to steer clear of danger, how to find safe food... He was determined to figure a way out of this predicament... He had outsmarted Mouse traps for years, he could find a way out of this, for certain...
One day he found a way to escape from the cage. He would have to do this while the witch was not watching. He had also heard an airplane crash right at the top to the Treacherous-Wood-Pile-Mountains. Believe it or not, he knew the ins and outs of airplane wiring, and knew he could make this airplane run again. Every night he would sneak out of his cage and work a little bit on the plane. While the witch slept ;)
One day, he was ready. It was time to try to make the plane go, he would push it down the side of the mountain and hope it would fly...
And, it did, oh it did!!! He was free!
He wanted to travel to the Fairytale Forest Theater... To meet new friends. He always dreamed of being on stage (he could tap dance like no other mouse in the land)!! Yes, that is what he would do. But first, he wanted to find the Enchanted Fungi Forest, that his great-grandmother spoke of...
Where gnomes built paper houses, and shroom-nog ran like a stream...
He built himself a boat. And sailed the winds of the Woodland Seas...
He had not arrived to the Enchanted Fungi Forest when I last spoke to him, but he urged me to share something very important...
He whispered to me, that we are never ever too old to dream, to let our inner-child out to play. He warned me of witches that roam the land, wanting to cage & squash happy spirits. Then he exclaimed , his hand on his heart, "Noone can take away your child-like qualities, your love for fairytales and dreams, unless of course, you let them..." I whispered back, thank you Mr. Mouse, you are so right. I will never forget that.
With that, a great wind came, and a book appeared, "Wee Mouse" jumped into the book, winking at me. Was it all a dream? Was he simply a character visiting me from within the pages of a book of fairytales, with a message?
I hope I do get to see him again one day. I hear he is still sailing the Winds in the Woodland Seas...
Nothing like a "Wee Mouse" to brighten our week, right? See you soon, xoxo