|The Knights Mouse (standard:fairy tales, 778 words)|
|Author: DonnaR||Added: Oct 19 2000||Views/Reads: 2363/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A knight and a mouse have a strange friendship, but things don't always work out as we wish. COMMENTS ARE WELCOME.|
Once, long, long ago, there was a little mouse. In her world there were Kings and Queens, Princes and Princesses and yes, Knights. She was not the Queen in this world, nor was she a princess, instead she was a mouse. She lived at the castle, in a warm hole in the wall, in the kitchen near the massive fireplace. She would sneak out when the coast was clear and grab bites of cheese and bread. She watched the people in her world, following them with her intelligent eyes. Her favorite person was the Gray Knight. He knew of her existence and was kind enough to leave her crumbs where she could find them. He often had to travel this brave knight, thru out the many kingdoms of the world, on business for the king. But, when he was around, the little mouse knew she had a friend. Gradually, day by day, the little mouse became braver. Whereas she would run when people approached, she began to linger if it was the Gray Knight. He would sit at the table and hold out his hand with bits of cheese. At first she would just twitch her whiskers at him, but not get close. He would lay the cheese on the floor and she would run and grab it and hide back in her hole. Peeking out to blink her blue eyes at him as if to say thank you for the crumbs. He was patient, our knight, each day he waited to see if the mouse would come and take the food from his hand. One fine day, it happened. She crept to him, her little eyes never leaving his face, ready to scamper to safety if need be. But, he made no move to harm her, and she took the cheese from his large hand. Quickly, she ran back into her hole. After a few days of this, she no longer would run right back into her hole. Instead she would stand on her back legs, with the cheese held in her little paws and eat it there in front of the knight. Soon, she would stand on his hand to eat. She allowed him to stroke her gently. He began to place bits of cheese in his pockets and she would scamper over his large body sniffing until she found the hidden treat. She climbed into his pockets and allowed him to take her with him when he went about his knightly duties. The Knight told no one about his strange friendship, for he knew that others would laugh at him. But, the little mouse had quickly become his special friend. Many days passed, with the knight each day stopping by the kitchen and collecting his little buddy and returning her after a few hours of companionship. The mouse no longer would sneak out to find her food, because she knew that her knight would feed her daily. Her little belly grew round, and fat, and she no longer could scamper quite as fast. The day came when the knight had to leave again. He tried to tell the little mouse, but she did not understand. All she knew was that her knight no longer came to the kitchen. She waited, patiently, for him to appear. She grew hungry, but still she waited. Her little round belly again became small. Her hunger made her weak and slow. She realized she was starving, but could not make herself sneak into the kitchen for food as she used to do. Just as she thought she would not be able to survive another day, she heard a familiar footstep and voice. She eased from her hole, her eyes seeking her friend. There he was, returned at last. She moved out from her hole and slowly made her way to him. Suddenly, from behind the Knight, came a streak of black, hissing death. The barn cat had followed the knight in and seeing the mouse, ran to the attack. The knight tried to stop the cat, but he was not quick enough and the poor mouse was too weak to run as she once could. In one swipe of its deadly paws, the cat killed the little mouse and grabbing up her limp body in his jaws ran off to enjoy his meal. The knight watched in sad horror, his friend was gone. He knew if he was patient, one day there may be another mouse, but somehow, he did not think it would ever be the same. But, the thought of the lonely times ahead caused him to go and get another piece of cheese and began his wait. Tweet
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