Mmm Momm, was what the little one was trying to say and the big one kept saying Hush now, Hush now, go away, I am not your mother and stop following me around. The little mouse was feeling bad and it hurt deeply to be pushed away. He was cold and hungry and he thought the big one was his mother. Why would anything that big reject anything so small? It was the season of Love and kindness and being happy, with laughter and having fun. Some one should tell that to this big Moose! After all, we are all the children of God.
The little one had hardly stopped, when there was something close by, ready to spring at him. That was when the sound of a dog barking was heard and it distracted the cat long enough for the little one to hide. It had to be an instinct for the mouse as he was so young he really didn’t know what fear was.
Between the Moose and a Mouse, the Moose is less self sustaining, there for that makes the Mouse superior to the Moose. He moves faster, covers more ground for his sizes compared to the Moose. Goes more places and uses more brain power than a big old clumsy slow witless Moose. The little mouse felt danger for the first time and knew he had to be careful of everything. If he could just find others of his own kind, they could teach him what he need to know. But finding his mother was not going to be easy, if at all possible.
As he sat in that small corner, wondering what he should do next, an old mouse came snooping around. He said to the little one, What are you doing here, why are you not home in your nest with your mother? The old mouse sounded mean and he could be a danger. And the little one just stood there shaking. A moment later a second mouse appeared. This one was a female and spoke much softer and appeared to be a gentle one. They talked and the female took the young one close to her and gave warmth and comfort.
When the female returned to her own nest, the little one went with her. There were others of the same kind all around and the word went out, if any of them knew about the young one or anything about it’s mother. Later, word was received, a female mouse was found dead and nothing more about this female. Since no other mishaps were known, it would be assumed that this was the mother to the little one. The word went out to find a home for the young one, in the mean time, the little one would stay with the newly found friend.
Days, weeks and months went by and no one wanted to take the young one, so he would remain with the female for some time longer, until he was ready to strike out on his own. Eventually he went out into the fields where there were others like himself and he also found that old Moose that pushed him aside.
The little one had grown into a fair sized Mouse and had became quite knowledgeable for a Mouse. He had no love for that Moose and was going to find a way to get even for pushing him aside, when he was a baby. As the Moose ate, his head would be down low in the grass. The mouse would sneak up on the moose’s nose and jump out at it and sometimes ever bite the moose’s nose. This didn’t really hurt the moose, but made him so nervous he was leery and careful of where he poked his nose.
Than one day the Moose asked the mouse if they couldn’t come to some agreement and call a truce to their differences and be friends. The mouse said yes and new friendship was started. They would meet many times at a place agreed upon, it was a fence post, where the mouse could crawl up to the top and set there while they visited, They would talk and passed all kinds of information back and forth and enjoyed each other’s company. Information exchanged , was found to be beneficial to both sides.
Than one day, news came that a hunter had claimed the life of the Moose. And the mouse was feeling so bad because he had lost a friend. He never knew what to do with himself after that. He was lonely and getting old. Then one day a paper had blown up to the entrance of his hole in the wall nest. It was a story written by a human and it was about a Moose and a Mouse. He thought to himself, I can do better than this! Now he is writing stories and sending to everyone.
By; the Mouse
12/09/2010
The little one had hardly stopped, when there was something close by, ready to spring at him. That was when the sound of a dog barking was heard and it distracted the cat long enough for the little one to hide. It had to be an instinct for the mouse as he was so young he really didn’t know what fear was.
Between the Moose and a Mouse, the Moose is less self sustaining, there for that makes the Mouse superior to the Moose. He moves faster, covers more ground for his sizes compared to the Moose. Goes more places and uses more brain power than a big old clumsy slow witless Moose. The little mouse felt danger for the first time and knew he had to be careful of everything. If he could just find others of his own kind, they could teach him what he need to know. But finding his mother was not going to be easy, if at all possible.
As he sat in that small corner, wondering what he should do next, an old mouse came snooping around. He said to the little one, What are you doing here, why are you not home in your nest with your mother? The old mouse sounded mean and he could be a danger. And the little one just stood there shaking. A moment later a second mouse appeared. This one was a female and spoke much softer and appeared to be a gentle one. They talked and the female took the young one close to her and gave warmth and comfort.
When the female returned to her own nest, the little one went with her. There were others of the same kind all around and the word went out, if any of them knew about the young one or anything about it’s mother. Later, word was received, a female mouse was found dead and nothing more about this female. Since no other mishaps were known, it would be assumed that this was the mother to the little one. The word went out to find a home for the young one, in the mean time, the little one would stay with the newly found friend.
Days, weeks and months went by and no one wanted to take the young one, so he would remain with the female for some time longer, until he was ready to strike out on his own. Eventually he went out into the fields where there were others like himself and he also found that old Moose that pushed him aside.
The little one had grown into a fair sized Mouse and had became quite knowledgeable for a Mouse. He had no love for that Moose and was going to find a way to get even for pushing him aside, when he was a baby. As the Moose ate, his head would be down low in the grass. The mouse would sneak up on the moose’s nose and jump out at it and sometimes ever bite the moose’s nose. This didn’t really hurt the moose, but made him so nervous he was leery and careful of where he poked his nose.
Than one day the Moose asked the mouse if they couldn’t come to some agreement and call a truce to their differences and be friends. The mouse said yes and new friendship was started. They would meet many times at a place agreed upon, it was a fence post, where the mouse could crawl up to the top and set there while they visited, They would talk and passed all kinds of information back and forth and enjoyed each other’s company. Information exchanged , was found to be beneficial to both sides.
Than one day, news came that a hunter had claimed the life of the Moose. And the mouse was feeling so bad because he had lost a friend. He never knew what to do with himself after that. He was lonely and getting old. Then one day a paper had blown up to the entrance of his hole in the wall nest. It was a story written by a human and it was about a Moose and a Mouse. He thought to himself, I can do better than this! Now he is writing stories and sending to everyone.
By; the Mouse
12/09/2010
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