The Ant-Mouse.®. Short Story.

The Ant-Mouse.®. 

Short Story. 

Jorge Ofitas Author. 

He was a mouse so tiny that he could barely be seen. Other very small creatures would mock him because he boasted of being a great, abject warrior of great wisdom. This is why, in the hidden areas where the most insignificant beings lived, he was known by the name of the ant-mouse.

The ant-mouse, however, had no complexes... Wherever he scurried, everyone would hide, although not out of fear but to burst out laughing, because he was actually so funny that everyone loved him, in a secret way, of course...

One sunny spring day, while searching for wild strawberries in the fields, he unexpectedly fell madly in love with a beautiful peasant girl. He stared at her, dumbfounded. Of course, the beautiful farm girl didn't even know he existed, much less see him...

Then he became depressed, and for the first time in his short little life, he realized his smallness... This was no obstacle to forgetting her. He became so enraged by this companion adversity that he began to ponder. If his feelings were so great, why was he so tiny...? What to do then...? Either forget her or, for the sake of his emotional health, find a way to measure up.

He gathered his things and in the middle of the night, risking being swallowed by a flying creature or another monster, after walking until dawn, he arrived at the little house where the love of his days, or his hours, or his minutes lived, because you never know, he told himself while looking for a place to settle inside the cabin where a very happy cat wouldn't see him... Was it worth dying for love in the jaws of the house's favorite? Then he began to whistle a pretty melody he learned from a cicada...

One beautiful afternoon, when the very happy cat was away hunting, he watched her while she drank tea and read a book, and occasionally looked through the little window that overlooked the stream with her marvelous, love-creating eyes.

The ant-mouse was so absorbed in her, with his little hand under his chin like a philosopher, that he didn't hear a tiny voice saying to him:

 

* Hey, wise mouse of laughter, you're drooling and you're going to drown... Hee, hee, hee, hee...

 * Who are you? You're so strange.

 * I'm a speck of dust, with legs, of course...

 * Are there more like you around here?

 * Don't even dream of it...

 * Why?

 * Because she's cleaner than a whistle...

 * Well, get lost. I am a wise warrior, and although I may seem tiny to you, I am a God of wisdom. I certainly do not associate with marginal specks of dust. Go away!

 * Hee, hee, ho, hu, ha. If the very happy cat sees you, you won't last longer than a soap bubble.

 * I'm no match for the kitty.

 * I want to be your friend. I have a secret that can help us, but we have to work as a team...

 * Hmm. What do you propose? I'll give you two seconds of my wise time... You don't love the Goddess?

 * I wrote the book she's reading now.

 * Are you trying to make me believe you were a human writer?

 * Yes, ant-mouse, yes.

 * And what happened to you?

 * I don't remember anything else...

 * I understand, I understand... What can I do for you? Speck of dust.

 * The very happy cat has seen you.

After this, the speck of dust disappeared, and the ant-mouse was left alone with the very happy cat...

 * Hmm. Who are you? I can't quite make you out, and my sense of smell is a bit burnt out.

Luckily for the ant-mouse, the very happy cat wore thick glasses and was almost blind.

 * Climb on my back. I need you to guide me, to be my eyes. I want to take a walk through the little woods... I'm quite old, but I still have my seven lives...

Suddenly, Laurela Testahermosa called her cat, and the very happy one ran off as fast as his legs could carry him, without losing a second.

 * What a woman, huh? I even like her. And I'm just a worthless speck of dust.

 * My dream has gone too far. Now I understand. I don't know, I can't even understand how such a beautiful woman is alone...

 * She was in love. That I do know. - Replied the speck of dust with legs. Adding:

 * I didn't want to say it, but I will. She was in love with you, silly mouse... Hee, hee, hee... Let's see who's the wise one now, know-it-all... Hee, hee, hee... 

The ant-mouse then became thoughtful and pensive. There must be some truth in those words...

The End

Jorge Ofitas Autor. 

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