Table top box
You see the table top, if only we could travel safely to the edge. Then abseil down to the floor, we might travel across the red carpet and return to our home. Drat the theatre manager. Who does he think he is, trapping us, then caging us. All because we hopped over his red carpet, as the was dignitaries arrived to shake hands with the stars of the show. I know we don’t pay to watch, but we are so small and can only squeak when the humans applaud. How where we to know that silly Alice of Wonderland would squeal so loud.
Digression: Sorry I am having difficulty commenting on posted flash stories, ‘passwords and all that’. Hopefully I will soon knock WordPress back into shape!…
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Dear Michael,
You have me wondering who these wee ones jumping for a handshake might be.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Wee mice 🙂 Rochelle.
The squeakers always take the heat. Good story.
That’s a mean manager. He should be glad to have this crowd of magical people around. Very imaginative story, Michael.
Mean indeed, thank you
Nice story. Everyone wants to watch the show for free. Be it humans or ants.
Yes even ants, thank you Abhijit
Well, the squealing mice could very well have dampened the enthusiasm of all the dressed-up women who are terrified of the wee creatures 🙂
Some love them, some don’t. I watched one five floors up sitting on a computer key board !!
Poor Alice was just too enthusiastic with her squeaks – mice getting star struck. Lovely. I hope they escape soon.
Very true Jilly,
A good story from the viewpoint of the theater mice, Michael. I think you meant “dignitaries” came to shake hands. 🙂 — Suzanne
Thank you Suzanne, as usual it seems my spelling ability flew out the window.
This was fun, Michael.
Thank you so much Ted