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Archive for March, 2008

The Bird and the MouseSaturday, March 22nd, 2008


I was walking in a garden and I saw a large rock. On that rock was a little bird, about the size of a sparrow. It was white and had a sort of pink and yellow iridescent glow about it, especially on this sort of spiky collar of feathers around it’s neck.

As I approached, the bird didn’t seem too scared and only hopped a few feet away and stared at me intently as I sat down on the same where it was previously. I had a cup with ice cubes with me and for some reason I thought this would be appetizing to the little bird so I turned wipe away some of the sand on the top of the rock to make a good place to entice the little bird to come and partake of this delicious frozen delicacy with me. When I turned back toward the bird, I noticed that it was sitting with a nest. Obviously, this was a mother bird who was sitting with what looked to be three eggs, one of which had just hatched.

Suddenly, to the right of the next about a foot or two away I caught site of a cute little white mouse with red eyes. It ran up to the next and snatched away the chick and ran off, creating quite a disturbance with the little mother bird who took off after the mouse. As it did so, I watched another chick break out of it’s shell.

To the left of the next, about two feet away, a battle had ensued between the mouse who apparently had already devoured it’s loot and the little mother bird who was fluttering her wings and pecking at the mouse in rage for taking her precious baby. I myself was quite upset at this little mouse, who had next wedged itself inside a ceramic bowl that was turned upside down with openings at two ends. The mouse had also transformed into a much larger rodent twice it’s previous size and grown large tan coloured spots on it. I noticed that next too me was a pointed bamboo skewer, that kind used for shishkabobs. I picked it up and started poking the nose of the mouse which was sticking out one end of a hole in the bowl. It backed up revealing it’s hind quarters out the opposite end of this strange bowl, so I proceeded to start poking it. The mouse repositioned itself to hide it’s back side but it had grown too large for the bowl and now it’s nose was sticking out again, so, again I started poking it’s nose. Again, it tucked it’s nose back into the bowl where I could poke it’s back side, and I did fervently as my anger for the mouse had grown, getting some sort of satisfaction from the affair for what it had done to the beautiful little white bird.


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