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The story of Mouse

 Posted by on 05/05/2013  Mice  Tags:,
May 052013
 

(1999, from a book of stories written for my academy graduation project; spelling & punctuation unchanged)
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KG 1998

I always wanted to have a pet and my parents got me a dog – a Dachshund with a hare lip. It was called Zayats (that means ‘hare’). The dog is very sweet, but that is absolutely no use to me – it chose to ignore me from the very beginning and is devoted to my father with all it’s body and soul (see now, who is the head of the house!). They have the same characters, the same way of walking and they always show how much they love each other.
Then I owned a parrot, which was far too stupid to communicate with. It was an idiot from birth – it spent it’s time staring in the mirror and being moody, so I gave it away to the neighbours  who like to take care of sick ones.
My next choice was for a turtle – a reasonable pet, slow and portable. Anyhow, the dream-turtle never became a reality, instead I found myself in possession of a three-weeks-old grey rat that looked just like an ordinary mouse so Mouse it was called.
My parents started to take care of it from the first minute. They said that such a baby needs a lot of space, attention and fun, and installed it on a kitchen table, where it could always find food and company. Mouse was to sleep in a sugar-bowl – such freedom I was never allowed when I was small. They tried to teach it tricks like appearing out of the bread-basket when we had guests. They took it out to the summer-house to get fresh air and vegetables.
My father believes that everybody should be friends, so he did his best to befriend Mouse with Zayats: he took them out for walks – Mouse riding on the dog’s back trying hard not to fall off.
Then the tragedy came – Zayats’ instincts woke up – he bit the rat when it happened to stroll under it’s nose: Mouse was so small and tender that a slight bite turned out to be fatal. Very sad. Another example of unsuccessful friendship.
My father was so upset, that he blamed me for my incapacity to take care of anybody, myself included.

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KG 1998 (better print coming later)

Organizing

 Posted by on 02/04/2013  Mice  Tags:,
Feb 042013
 
Ignatz Mouse (George Herriman), A room full of straw (David Hockney)

Ignatz Mouse (George Herriman), A room full of straw (David Hockney)

Белочка

 Posted by on 02/04/2013  Mice  Tags:
Feb 042013
 

What kind of animal I am? – a rodent.

Belochka, russian candy

Belochka, russian candy