Fiction- Short Story
Mickey’s Tale, in Four Parts (I)
(Idea from Syd Lowe, using one of their hints for starting a story. Thanks Syd!)
Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one, the mouse ran down, hickory dickory dock.
In the heat of summer, the fields were golden with grain, and Mickey held sway over all he surveyed.
Quick-witted and resourceful, Mickey always seemed to find hidden stores of food. While the other mice struggled under the relentless sun, digging through the dry earth, Mickey was the first to discover hidden patches of seeds or overlooked grain. His sharp eyes and quick paws never failed him. Soon, his private burrows were overflowing with grains, seeds, and dried fruit.
To the other mice, Mickey was a hero. Whenever they saw him returning from his foraging trips, his pouches full, they would crowd around, their eyes wide with hunger and hope. Mickey would stand tall, casting a shadow over them, and dole out portions of food with the authority of someone who had earned his position. “Enough to survive,” he’d said with a magnanimous smile, watching their grateful expressions as they scurried off with…
