Tuesday, September 2, 2025

Pool of Tears. Mouse/5

Alice went tumble-tumble—splash!—into something wet.

“Oh no,” she sighed. “What is this?”

“A pool of your own tears,” whispered a voice.

“My tears? But… I don’t recall weeping.” She tapped at her soil-tangled hair, while pictures upon pictures skittered through her mind. 

I ought to be ashamed of myself, she thought.

So busy for a little girl—yet she noticed something drifting near: fur, whiskers, a long, twitching muzzle.

“Clumsy, big-footed… Ratty.” Alice guessed.

The creature bristled. “Mouse. Handsome. Tail a meter long. On your desk sits my cousin.”

Stamping the water, he insisted—almost desperately—“Mouse!”