I know I gave you a tantalizing, secret exposing post only two days ago, but it was short and I do wide myself wide awake at 12:37 in the morning wanting to share more with you, so... in honor of a friend who often reminded me of the importance of improvised, instantaneous story writing, I will now write a bedtime story for me, and for you, completely on the spot.
Once upon a time, in a land not quite as far away as you'd think, there live a rat named Edmond. Now, Edmond wasn't your average rat, oh no, he was very, very below average. When it came to hunting, Edmond couldn't tell a scrap of cheese from a lightbulb, you would constantly finding him chasing his own tail like a lowly house dog, and don't even get me started on sewer navigation... let's just say, if you found Edmond on the street it'd be both a rare miracle and a stupid mistake (because he'll most likely be miles from the pack). Yes, Edmond was the dud of all the rats and he knew it.
But that wasn't what bothered Edmond, what bothered him was that it seemed like no one else in the pack to noticed his flaws in the least. It wasn't even that the pack pretended his wasn't stupid, no one applauded him when he carried home bottle caps when they asked for apple cores as if he did the right thing, everyone simple nodded and went on with their work. And while Edmond heard everyone gossip about the mistakes and embarrassments of the rest of the pack, whenever he hid above the pipes to listen to the latest gossip his name never crossed a single rats snout. This broke little Edmond's heart because all Edmond had wanted, all his life, was just to be noticed.
Edmond knew he would never be a star fetcher or leader of the pack, he knew he'd never even be a supporting member of the pack, he knew this from the day he was born and sucked on his father's nose when he should have been at his mother's teet. But when his father didn't even bother to push him off or laugh at his newborn's stupidity, Edmond knew his life goal was simply to be a part of something.
One day, Edmond simply had enough. He had mindlessly wondered off in the wrong direction for 5 hours and came back with a large fake orchid only to find all the food eaten and a younger rat asleep in his nest. Edmond screeched as best as he could, which honestly sounded much more like a dove's coo than a rats screech but loud nonetheless, and what happened?
Nothing!
Edmond was enraged, outraged, totally completely and utterly full of rage. He pulled his favorite apple core bottle cap from his nest and stormed out of the sewer. Of course for Edmond... stroming out of the sewer took him quite a while and many a wrong turn, but eventually he found his way out and stood in the middle of a quiet city alley.
Edmond sat there, in the alley, bottle cap in his mouth for what seemed like hours, until the faint glow of sunrise gleamed in the distance and Edmond heard a noise that sounded exactly like his screech come from above him. Edmond dropped the bottle cap, tilted his head up and screeched back. He then heard a flutter come down from above and saw a white bird approaching him.
The dove landed softly on the ground before Edmond. She cocked her head sideways and cooed again at him. Edmond beamed and cooed back. The dove nodded at him and pushed Edmond's bottle cap back towards him with her beak. Edmond picked the bottle cap back up when the dove fluttered up. Edmond felt his heart dropping when suddenly he felt two claws grasp his back and pick him up. He looked up to see the dove clutching him as they flew higher and higher into the sky, up towards the clouds.
Edmond spent the rest of his life living with the doves, collecting bottle caps and cooing his days away. So next time you hear a dove coo above you, don't forget to look up, because it might be a very content rat.
The End
(not bad for a story written in half an hour!)
Once upon a time, in a land not quite as far away as you'd think, there live a rat named Edmond. Now, Edmond wasn't your average rat, oh no, he was very, very below average. When it came to hunting, Edmond couldn't tell a scrap of cheese from a lightbulb, you would constantly finding him chasing his own tail like a lowly house dog, and don't even get me started on sewer navigation... let's just say, if you found Edmond on the street it'd be both a rare miracle and a stupid mistake (because he'll most likely be miles from the pack). Yes, Edmond was the dud of all the rats and he knew it.
But that wasn't what bothered Edmond, what bothered him was that it seemed like no one else in the pack to noticed his flaws in the least. It wasn't even that the pack pretended his wasn't stupid, no one applauded him when he carried home bottle caps when they asked for apple cores as if he did the right thing, everyone simple nodded and went on with their work. And while Edmond heard everyone gossip about the mistakes and embarrassments of the rest of the pack, whenever he hid above the pipes to listen to the latest gossip his name never crossed a single rats snout. This broke little Edmond's heart because all Edmond had wanted, all his life, was just to be noticed.
Edmond knew he would never be a star fetcher or leader of the pack, he knew he'd never even be a supporting member of the pack, he knew this from the day he was born and sucked on his father's nose when he should have been at his mother's teet. But when his father didn't even bother to push him off or laugh at his newborn's stupidity, Edmond knew his life goal was simply to be a part of something.
One day, Edmond simply had enough. He had mindlessly wondered off in the wrong direction for 5 hours and came back with a large fake orchid only to find all the food eaten and a younger rat asleep in his nest. Edmond screeched as best as he could, which honestly sounded much more like a dove's coo than a rats screech but loud nonetheless, and what happened?
Nothing!
Edmond was enraged, outraged, totally completely and utterly full of rage. He pulled his favorite apple core bottle cap from his nest and stormed out of the sewer. Of course for Edmond... stroming out of the sewer took him quite a while and many a wrong turn, but eventually he found his way out and stood in the middle of a quiet city alley.
Edmond sat there, in the alley, bottle cap in his mouth for what seemed like hours, until the faint glow of sunrise gleamed in the distance and Edmond heard a noise that sounded exactly like his screech come from above him. Edmond dropped the bottle cap, tilted his head up and screeched back. He then heard a flutter come down from above and saw a white bird approaching him.
The dove landed softly on the ground before Edmond. She cocked her head sideways and cooed again at him. Edmond beamed and cooed back. The dove nodded at him and pushed Edmond's bottle cap back towards him with her beak. Edmond picked the bottle cap back up when the dove fluttered up. Edmond felt his heart dropping when suddenly he felt two claws grasp his back and pick him up. He looked up to see the dove clutching him as they flew higher and higher into the sky, up towards the clouds.
Edmond spent the rest of his life living with the doves, collecting bottle caps and cooing his days away. So next time you hear a dove coo above you, don't forget to look up, because it might be a very content rat.
The End
(not bad for a story written in half an hour!)
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