Always stay hidden

There were mice in the corner. When the lights were on. But they hadn't been on when I was there first. When I was there first the lights were off and all you could make out was the well.

The well. It looked like a well, but I did not know it was a well. It was never told to me what it was. All I know is what he told me.

What he told me was that I must guard the well and then he left. But don't be seen! I mustn't be seen, so I must hide in the dark, and to hide in the dark was to hide in the corner where there was no light away from the well.

So I hid. I crouched down and waited and hid. Until I blacked out. And when I woke up there was light but there was no longer a well and I don't know where I woke up.

I went and told her and we ran back to the well. There in the light I saw the mice that scurried in the corner where I had hid guarding the well. The mice did not scatter as we came to the corner. They refused, scurried from one side to the other, frantically trying to evade these intruders but not willing to give it up.

I tried to put the thought out of my mind. The mice were of no consequence. I went to the well, just to make sure, and I knew at once that it too no longer mattered.

- posted by Sigurd10/20/2004 08:13:00 AM