Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer

Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer
And in the End was the Word, Amy's Word

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Saturday, March 7, 2015

Rodentia! I Have Something to say!



Disclaimer.  This writer does not perceive hallucinations, she perceives "Visions".


One of my friends once told me, "No, Amy, you must not use mouse traps."  I had trapped a mouse with a spring trap.  It was a sordid affair.  I large brown bot fly maggot was found on the counter next to the poor little dead mouse.  I defended my position.  "If I don't trap the mice they might chew the wires of the house and cause a fire. He maintained that a have a heart trap was a better course of action.

Last night, at bedtime I closed my eyes.  In my closed eye vision I saw a mouse, actually more than one..  They had big black eyes.  I thought hard.  I attempted to think the mouse into a little clay figurine of a mouse.  Nope, it remained in my minds eye. I held in my hand a figurine of my little Toby dog that liked to eat mice.  I could see him barking at the mouse who would not leave but he was ineffectual as the mouse was the same size as he was.

Next, I thought if I were to draw a tiger, that the tiger might scare the mice away.  I drew a pen and ink snarling tiger and stared at it for a while.  I then closed my eyes.  The little mice with the big black eyes were still there in my mind.



  I felt somewhat threatened by this little mouse spirit and his friends that refused to leave my precious mind.  Finally, I went downstairs and got this fine farmhouse French crucifix I recently purchased.  I also grabbed my Holy Rosary.  "Please go, mouse!"  Nope.  He was still there, with his friends.  Finally, while clutching the crucifix, I said, "What do you want from me.?!"

Mr. Mouse replied, "Apologize."

Oh, wow.  I started to think of all my transgressions to little rodent creatures during my life.  The father mouse that was flushed,  The father hamster that was starved to death by his daughter hamster. (I should have separated them.)  The hamster drowned at college.  The baby gerbil that died at the hand of its own father thanks to me. The traps and poison I have set out.  The ownership of rat catching dog.  I began to realize that I surely did owe this little creature a heartfelt apology for all my transgressions against mice and small rodents.

I said, "Mr. Mouse, I am sorry."  (Now the apology is public)

It was agreed that we would be friends and from now on mice could visit my mind occasionally.

The mice in my mind!


Thank-you Jesus and St. Francis for your guidance.


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