Mouse
by Old Man with a Pen
Copyright© 2024 by Old Man with a Pen
Historical Story: Stupid story.
Tags: Ma non-anthro
When the mouse spoke, I realized that I had been confined way too long.
He ... or she ... had been my only companion for two years ... I think.
Suddenly it became important to me to Know. To know how long I had been here.
When I woke up ... with the worst possible hanover in the world, it was dark ... not night dark ... I see objects ... by starlight ... as well as the nexgt guy and there weren’t any stars, so it was DARK. I walked ... I do north excellently as long as there weren’t masses of iron. So I paced ... and ran into a rough wall.
A good Turk always turns right. I’m not Turkish but it always seems like a good way to keep from getting lost. Left hand on the rough stone I followed the wall until I came to a corner ... Turn Right ... follow the wall ... corner ... turn right ... and a rough iron clad door. Keep going until I was back at the door. I ran my hands all over that door and snagged something with my little finger. I stuck the finger in my mouth to stop the bleeding.
Carefull examination revealed a bent nail. I had nothing to prize out that nail ... until a trap in the bottom of the door opened and a wood tray with a meal and a spoon was passed through. The meal came twice ... then a long pause and another meal ... two meals a day.
I had spent days worrying the bent nail straight ... every meal passed through the trap in the door came with a spoon. I tried to keep it ... but ... the next meal came without a spoon ... that lasted a week ... I think ... I had spent the time obtaining the nail. I used the haft of the spoon to pry the nail out of the beam.
After the week with no spoon it was one meal a day.
I was used to two ... so ... a meal came ... I made a scratch on the wall next to the door. The next meal came, no scratch. I had no idea that the meal deserved a scratch. Two meals a day ... two meals - one scratch.
A meal, a scratch.
A meal, no scratch.
And so on.
and on, and on, on, on.
Two meals.
Two meals.
Something fell on my head.
I felt it.
I searched my hair until I found it.
It was a new thing ... it had an overpowering odor.
I pondered the thing and the odor.
My mind ran away with the smell.
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