“If you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all.”
Gordon Ramsey* #quote
Today I went to the doctor's office. It was very doctory. Anyway
onto the flash fiction!
Mice In The Theater
In a spectacular theater in a spectacular city lived a family of
rather ordinary mice. All under the stage of the orchestra. Every day
as the mice hid away they heard the sounds of the orchestra. Song
after song ringing in their little mousey ears. Even if they found it
unpleasant it turned out to be better than being eaten by the cats of
the neighborhood and the guests of the theater left good food for
them. Flutes, violins, trumpets and the sounds of so much else echoed
through the mousehole beneath the stage.
Over time the minds of the mice filled with the music and they even
dreamed of the music. Originally the creatures disliked it but
eventually their tails bobbed along with the tunes. Even as the
family grew their love of the music grew. And they didn't understand
it. The music just became such a constant part of their homes that it
nearly felt like the safety of their mousehole itself and a constant
fact of life.
They continued to bob their tails along with the music even until
the pest control arrived and gassed the mice out. The last movements
of the tails being along the rhythm of Beethoven.
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