Many of these types of memory invoking items can be found in every attic, storage space, or garage. In boxes, bags, and totes. On selves, in closets, and under beds. These memories float all around ones space and lives.
Boxes come in all shapes and sizes. Many just of that sort could be seen strewn across the old wooden attic floor boards. The dust of five years covers all of the inhabitants of the attic like fresh fallen snow, and becomes stirred by the little scurrying feet of small house mice. Their plump little gray bodies become grayer with dust as they hurry from box to box, sniffing to see if food lays within.
The group of mice make their way up a group of boxes using a ruler as their ladder. One small little mouse falls into a larger box that had been thrown into a far corner of the old room. With a small flop he hits the bottom. Rubbing his dust filled eyes, he tries to look round the dark box to see what he could find. It was as though he had fallen into a hole new world.
The darkness started to melt away. It was as though the sun was rising around him, he could start to make out a hut that was made of wood, and straws witch sat in the center of a tidy small fence. As he grew closer he could see a small decorated plate filled with food laying near a small fire. He scurried closer.
The closer he grew to the hut and food, the more a growing sound of music came from within the hut. Slowing his pace, he stopped. A tall slender boy could be seen lounging in the shade of his hut playing a small and drum. As the mouse had stopped and saw the boy, the boy had stopped and saw the mouse.
Walking from his hut the boy walked over to the bowl that held the food and picked up a small amount of food. He then walked over to the mouse and handed him the portion. He then pointed to a small gravel path that led away from his home.
“Go and seek your treasure.” With that the boy turned away playing his drum, and disappeared into the darkness that the mouse had just come.
The mouse, unsure of what he should do and not knowing if he could go back the way he had come headed down the road.
As he traveled along the path he happened upon a tribal African statue. As he looked and sniffed the statue to see what it could be, he happened to see a note attacked. It read: Use the item rapped around the middle of this statue to help you on your journey.
Looking at the statue again he could see that a velvet cloth had been used to cover the statue. Thinking that it might not be right to take from the statue he left if behind.
Not long after leaving the statue the little mouse noticed that his stomach began to ache with hunger. So he stopped and began to eat the food that the boy had given him. Just as he had taken a small nibble of his food he noticed that someone was standing above him. Looking up he could see the face of the statue that he had just left behind.
“Thank you for not talking what little I had for yourself,” said the statue. “For this I will give you this leather wallet for you to use.”
The mouse looked to the statue and nodded his head and gave a squeak of thanks, he then gobbled down his food and head on his way.
The next task the mouse found was to try and find his way across a large river. Looking around he found items for him to weave together to make something to cross. Since his family was known for weaving he was able to make himself a nice little canoe. Placing the woven boat into the river he used his front feet to paddle his way across.
Once across he took his canoe ashore and sat to take a small break. As he did so he took in his surroundings. As he looked across the river to see if he could make our the small hut or the African statue, he could only see the darkness that he and encountered at the beginning of his journey.
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