Two Blind Mice
A small mouse crawled under my door the other day, and I made friends with it. His name was Derek, and he was out foraging for food for his pregnant wife back home. We had an interesting chat about our different perspectives on the world. He really could not get his head around our human culture, politics, war, trading. To him it just seemed like we have overcomplicated things because we are so afraid of any risks or threats. On the other hand I could not understand how he could live day to day not knowing where his next morsel of food is coming from, or not knowing what threats there are out in the world that could one day attack him.
Over the period of a few weeks we talked a lot. We even played a few games. He never did get the hang of Simon Says, but he was excellent at Hide and Seek. He even introduced me to his wife, who he obviously loved very much.
Then a few days ago I was burgled. The robbers tied me up and gagged me, but little Derek came to my rescue and chewed through the rope, allowing me free to then call emergency services for help.
Today Derek’s wife Linda was due to birth her litter. So this morning I killed them both.
After all, I don’t want lots of mice running around the house! Nasty horrible things.
So what is the moral of this story?
