I’d Like to Mouse Wheel a Motion

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“Now, now, Mrs. Snigglewhiff; that’s hardly mouseylike. Would you please consider using the shavings over-

“MISTER Cheesebiter, if you wouldn’t mind-

“I say; what are you doing at that drink station? Refreshments are for after our-

“What is it, now, Whiskershins? …The Society for Capybara Welfare wishes to be heard? They’ll just have to submit their request in shavings like the rest of us!-

“My word! Will the ringtailed children kindly refrain from using the wheel till after our meeting has adjourned?-”

*SQUEAKHEM*

“I now call to order The Semi-Regular Meeting of Tame Rodentia. First item of business: queuing.”

 

Moused over for Carrot Ranch‘s writing prompt:

March 7, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a mouse. It can be real, imagined, electronic or whiskered. Go where the prompt leads!

Respond by March 12, 2019. Use the comment section below to share, read and be social. You may leave a link, pingback or story in the comments. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form.  Rules & Guidelines.

 

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Eligo Design

This is what it means to create: not to make something out of nothing, but to make order out of chaos. A creative scientist or historian does not make up facts but orders facts; he sees connections between them rather than seeing them as random data.

A creative writer does not make up new words but arranges familiar words in patterns which say something fresh to us.

-Harold S. Kushner, When Bad Things Happen to Good People (51, 52).

Thanks to Confessions of an Irish Procrastinator for nominating me for quotes. I only like to share one, myself; but thanks for shouting out. 🙂

The Inside Story

I love order. I live with a Grumbling Mind Monster, who views the havoc of the house and complains constantly. Sometimes he is a niggling whisperer; but other times he yells so loud that I, in turn, yell at everyone around me to DROWN OUT HIS VOICE!

Inside of me is a Tease. She impishly skips around, looks at the organized disdainfully, then tosses her head to prove she doesn’t care. Often, she is a small suggestion of silliness or a wry, satirical response. Other times, she plots disruption and kicks me out of the house to do anything but be stuck straightening.