Many years ago, I had a shoe box that I kept some old papers in. As most people do. I kept it in the bottom of my closet. Every once in a while I would take it out to see what I was keeping in it, as I couldn’t remember. Each time I would put it back in the bottom of the closet and wonder why didn’t I just throw the stuff away, it had no value and I would never use it again. But then you never really knew, when you have kept it this long, you just as well save it again.
This went on for years, the one day I recovered the shoe box again, sat it on the bed and opened it. To my surprise, there set a little mouse looking up at me. He wiggled his ears and whiskers and just stood there. He didn’t seem to be scared of me at all. The papers that were in the box were still there, only they were all in little pieces and being used for making a nest. On closer inspection, I learned that the mouse was a male.
I put the box down on the floor and thought of what I was going to do with it. Who in their right was going to keep a mouse for a pet? But at the same time I knew that mice were for sale at any pet store. Later I gave him something to eat, he took it and ran to his nest, soon he came back and was looking for more. So I got some thing else and put a lid with water, in the box. Then I said: if I was going to keep him as a pet, than he should have a name. I would call him Moose. The box was left on the floor under a chair and every once in a while, the lid would raise up and out came Moose. Soon he would be back with something in his little mouth and back into the box he would go. Them I noticed that he would work until he got the lid to the box, back in place to cover the whole box.
Hey, this little guy has intelligence, maybe I can learn something from him! As the time passed, I had decided to make life a little better for my new friend. I made a door and a window in the box. The door was one that could be opened and close, but he still would leave the box by pushing up the lid and closing it again. As for the window, he did everything he could to blacken it out. I helped by giving him a dark piece of cloth cover over it. I even insulated the box to keep him warm. But he took it down to use for his nest. From what I saw, he never had a girl friend and I had never see any visitors coming or going.
When ever I looked into the box, he would chatter to me. He told me all kinds of stories about the life of a mouse and about all the relatives he had. He said there were so many that he really didn’t know if they were cousins, aunts, uncles, only that some were older and most were younger. He said the most things, that man has, are unimportant to a mouse, as the life span of a mouse is really short. He told me that mice don’t even bother to pack a bag when moving from one place to another.
Then came the day when Moose left and I never seen him again. Could he have found a girl friend or did a creature of the dark get him. No message was left. The old shoe box has been disposed of and to my old friend I say, “I miss you”
Feb. 27, 2010
This went on for years, the one day I recovered the shoe box again, sat it on the bed and opened it. To my surprise, there set a little mouse looking up at me. He wiggled his ears and whiskers and just stood there. He didn’t seem to be scared of me at all. The papers that were in the box were still there, only they were all in little pieces and being used for making a nest. On closer inspection, I learned that the mouse was a male.
I put the box down on the floor and thought of what I was going to do with it. Who in their right was going to keep a mouse for a pet? But at the same time I knew that mice were for sale at any pet store. Later I gave him something to eat, he took it and ran to his nest, soon he came back and was looking for more. So I got some thing else and put a lid with water, in the box. Then I said: if I was going to keep him as a pet, than he should have a name. I would call him Moose. The box was left on the floor under a chair and every once in a while, the lid would raise up and out came Moose. Soon he would be back with something in his little mouth and back into the box he would go. Them I noticed that he would work until he got the lid to the box, back in place to cover the whole box.
Hey, this little guy has intelligence, maybe I can learn something from him! As the time passed, I had decided to make life a little better for my new friend. I made a door and a window in the box. The door was one that could be opened and close, but he still would leave the box by pushing up the lid and closing it again. As for the window, he did everything he could to blacken it out. I helped by giving him a dark piece of cloth cover over it. I even insulated the box to keep him warm. But he took it down to use for his nest. From what I saw, he never had a girl friend and I had never see any visitors coming or going.
When ever I looked into the box, he would chatter to me. He told me all kinds of stories about the life of a mouse and about all the relatives he had. He said there were so many that he really didn’t know if they were cousins, aunts, uncles, only that some were older and most were younger. He said the most things, that man has, are unimportant to a mouse, as the life span of a mouse is really short. He told me that mice don’t even bother to pack a bag when moving from one place to another.
Then came the day when Moose left and I never seen him again. Could he have found a girl friend or did a creature of the dark get him. No message was left. The old shoe box has been disposed of and to my old friend I say, “I miss you”
Feb. 27, 2010
Ben R.
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