Wow...I wrote this a long time ago
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The small mouse
was resting in his metal, gray cage when he perked up, suddenly
alert. He sniffed the air and could distinguish the mouthwatering
aroma of cheese. The excited mouse followed the scent and lo and
behold, near one of the far ends of this twisting maze of a cage, he
saw a delectable piece of cheese. Excited, the mouse rushed towards
the cheese just as it disappeared as if it were all a dream. The
mouse stood there dazed and confused, not sure of what had just
transpired.
Just then, the
equally pleasing aroma of peanut butter assaulted his senses and the
cheese was all but forgotten as the again excited mouse rushed
through the maze toward the pleasant aroma. However, when he reached
the peanut butter, it again disappeared leaving no indication that it
had ever been there. The mouse, confused as ever tried to understand
what was happening, but as another pleasant scent flowed through the
cage, he could not help but rush after it.
It had been quite
some time that the mouse had been rushing after the mouth-watering
scents, but each time had been met with disappointment after
disappointment. Just as he thought he had reached the source of the
pleasant aromas, they disappeared without a trace as if they had
never existed. The mouse’s chases had become less and less
enthusiastic until he finally plopped down in the center of the cage,
tired and fed up with it all and hungrier than ever. The poor mouse
wanted out.
Just as these
thoughts were spiraling through his tired mind, the mouse perked up
again. This time he had heard a small, squeaky noise as that of
unoiled metal rubbing against itself. The mouse crept toward the
noise warily. As he rounded a bend, to his great surprise, he saw an
open door. The mouse could scarcely believe his eyes. Was this it?
Was he free? The mouse’s wariness was forgotten as he rushed toward
the open door with renewed exuberance and hope. He was free! Free
from this world of pain and confusion! Free at last!
Just as the mouse
reached the door, it slammed shut right in his nose and he crashed
into the metal wall of the cage. The small mouse now felt even more
confused than ever and extremely frustrated. The door had been opened
wide, but it had shut right in his face. Out of the corner of his
eye, the mouse saw another door creak open ad his hope was renewed.
He rushed at the door, but just as before, it slammed shut right in
his nose.
The
mouse continued hurling himself frustratedly at all these open doors,
but all of them slammed shut just as he was reaching them. The mouse
was so fed up, he could have cried. He began to run against the metal
walls of the cage, hoping that maybe he could break through and would
be free, but the metal would not give. Battered and bruised, with all
hope lost, the mouse wearily crawled to the center of the cage and
curled up into a tight, exhausted ball. All around him he could hear
the sound of doors opening and slamming shut and many mouth-watering
scents wafted his way, but they no longer held the hope and
excitement they had before. He was sick of having everything taken
away from him before he could reach it, sick of running into walls
and sick of having his hopes and dreams dashed again and again. He
ran as fast as he could, drove as hard as he could, but it was all to
no avail.
The little mouse,
exhausted and depressed, curled up even tighter. A small wet tear
escaped his eye. It was just too much.
Suddenly the cage
fell quiet. The mouse took very little notice. After a bit, he heard
one single door creak open. A ray of light entered through the door
and landed on him. The little mouse looked up. He saw the shining
door at the end of the cage open wide for him. Was this a trick?
Perhaps a figment of his imagination? Was he dead and that was heaven
calling? But he was too hurt to be dead and he was sure he wasn’t
imagining things. The sweet smell of nature wafted through the door.
Was this freedom at last?
The small mouse
got to his feet, faced the door and set his jaw. He was going to give
this one last try. He would give it all he had. Maybe he would make
it…he hoped he would make it. He had hope and determination, two
things that had been missing when he had been curled up in a little
ball. At the count of three, the mouse shot towards the door. This
time he knew he couldn’t loose. The cage could not hold him
forever.
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