i was a mouse. cycle.A Story by SanityIsBoring I was a mouse. I came
into the world pink and helpless in a small burrow in a meadow, along with 9
brothers and sisters. Being born blind and deaf, my first sensation of life was
that of my brothers and sisters squirming around me. As the days went by, I
grew deep grey fur, and I gained my hearing. Later, as I grew stronger, my eyes
opened, and for the first time, I could see the world around me. It was a dull
little world, small, but warm, with not much sunlight filtering through the entrance
to the burrow. On my first venture
outside, that all changed. I had never seen such colour, smelled such
fragrance, and heard such melody. I soon learned that this beauty came with
great danger, for no sooner had we stepped out of the burrow, than one of my
sisters was carried away by a fox cub. I was sad, but soon forgot it in the
wonder of this new world. It was then that I ate my first solid food. I
happened upon a small berry bush, and gorged myself upon its luscious berries.
I was so fixated on eating the berries, I did not notice the cat creeping up on
me until it sunk its fangs into my skull. As I was swallowed, I felt the
nutrients in me being transferred to the cat. I was a cat. Feeling full from my meal, I wandered leisurely
back to my den among the trees, higher up the valley wall. When I reached it, I
fell asleep. Upon waking up, I felt a rush of hunger. I walked out of my den,
and strolled to the river. I waited patiently to catch a fish. After waiting, I
saw a nice rainbow coloured trout near the bank. With one swift move, I scooped
it out of the water and onto the grass. As the chilly autumn wind rustled
through the leaves, I realized, not for the first time, that I was not a young
cat anymore. As time passed, the days
grew shorter and colder, and my joints began to get stiff. The cold wind
chilled me to the bone, and it grew harder and harder to catch prey. I more and
more often went to sleep hungry. Finally, the day came when I could not rise
from my den. I knew my time was almost over, but I was not sad. I had lived a
good life, for a cat. My heartbeat slowed until it was no more. Spring came and
went, I rotted into the ground, and my nutrients joined the soil. I was the dirt. The hum of the earth passed through me. In the
fall, a blanket of fallen leaves covered me. Rains came, and I turned to mud.
The river overflowed its banks, and covered the land with brackish water. A few
days later, it began its slow drying journey back to the riverbed. Those few
days, though, were enough to create a landslide. I slid down the valley and
finally came to rest in a sunlit meadow. Not much ever fazed me. I was steady,
unblinking, forever. Time moves, I stood still. Winter passed with a sigh, and
with spring came new life. A solitary bird, flying high above, dropped a single
seed from a berry. As it grew, I felt my nutrients being absorbed by its roots. I was a bush. The Sun, The Earth, and water was all that I ever
needed to survive. My bright green leaves stretched towards the sun, embracing
its warmth. My roots reveled in the damp coolness of the earth. Summer began, and with it I grew buds. Warm rains fell, and
spurred me into greater growth. Green young berries began to show on my limbs.
A field mouse had babies in a burrow not far from me. Days passed by, and my
berries matured to a deep blue colour. Soon after that, the baby mice came out
for the first time. I watched as one of them was eaten. A small grey one came
over to me and began to eat some of my ripened berries. I felt the nutrients
leaving me and entering the mouse. I am a mouse. © 2016 SanityIsBoringAuthor's Note
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