His name was toby, he demanded everyone in the mouse family call him that since he christened himself. his father mocked him 'since when did mouses start keeping names', and in moment of wisdom, to avoid public mockery, he even gave him a logical reason, 'son, there are millions of us, we can produce a lot, i cannot remember who is my son or not,of course you are special that's why i keep you close, if everyone started keeping names, one day names would be finished,exhausted' but toby being a bright student of logic and tomfoolery would reply 'numbers are infinite, we could choose numbers, you could start with 1022 and start naming them linearly' . unfortunately nobody, none whatsoever, ever understood this arguement. but toby was smart chap.
T-O-B-Y,TOBY used to live in the fire pipeline of the building in which there were lot of young people, who vanished together at certain time of the day and miraculously reappear at some fixed time. He could never understand why. he asked many of his ignorant elders, but as they were ignorant as the adjective used for them also suggests , they were ignorant. plain and simple.
'dear grandpa, where do these big people go in the morning and why do they come back at sunset'
'well,my dear little mouse'
'r u a dumbwit'
(they didn't worry bout etiquettes, 'is that the way to talk to one;s elders, toby? )
'no'
'then call me by my name,haven'i told you like millions of times'
'alright toby, listen up'
'have you seen their tails'
'no'replied toby
'well ,that 's because they lost it,they go in the forests looking for their tails'
'is that so,grandpa'
'believe it or not'
'but how do u know this'
(well i cooked this up,asshole)
'my grandparents told me' replied grandpa.
at first they tried to cook up explanations and as the logical chain of explanations faltered, they had to change the older explanation and after a while, they got tired of constructing a story at the expense of so much brain energy that they could not go on. they simply told him to shut up.
toby decided to take matters in his own hands,
he decided to go to the room of each one of them and check what was the real story.
one night while i was asleep. during midnight, i felt some signs on motion on my head. either i could be a strong boy and catch by hand whatever was trying to infiltrate my privacy or i could freak out and yell.
i decided the latter. well ... now i think it really was a decision.
i jumped out of the bed in a swift motion and kept my yells low enough to only reach a couple of other nearby rooms and switched on the lights only to find my bed totally empty. i seriously was going to consider it as a bad dream when i saw the devil myself. He was scrupulously looking around me and for a jiffy, he was even staring at me. i couldn't let this meandering vagabond ruin my sleep. i ran for it.
like it understood my body's decision before the moment it was actually delivered to me,the funny creature ran for the precious little hole bout 10 meters from my room,the place where he came from and i towards it. initially,i dodged him a couple of times but every time he ran on the adjacent wall giving him a real ninja advantage.i had the godly revelation to grapple the part of the story ,where journey is not important,only the end is.which made me run to his hole directly and i was waiting for him with cleverness of jack sparrow. he went into his hole.i was standing at one of the many gates. well, needless to say, i was faster but he was so small that i could not particularly stop him.
what next happened was a mistake.On his part.
he came out till my door, and guess what, i wasn't inside. i was behind him. and that must be the horror when cartoon serials end with the devil clawing up behind you and you don't have the slightest clue. and the little fella was in my hands.his mommy would be real sorry for him,well,if she really cared. he just couldn't realise the truthfulness of the moment, the fact that his life was not his now and that somebody else was his 'father of the moment'. he tried so hard,so strongly ,so wildly ,to escape my clutches that it took some real perserverance to tame him, to make him realise that there was no way out of this. after a while , he submitted to his fate. the fate yet to be decided.
in a moment of indecision ,faced by consequences and in-consequences of my actions-to-be, i hurled it from the 20th floor,the floor i used to live on, to the black billowing smoke oozing from the ground,which gave it a slightly ghostly touch.i don't know what happened next.but i was never bothered again.
Little Toby was dead.
Jonathan toby mouse should not believe in tales of other kingdom.
T-O-B-Y,TOBY used to live in the fire pipeline of the building in which there were lot of young people, who vanished together at certain time of the day and miraculously reappear at some fixed time. He could never understand why. he asked many of his ignorant elders, but as they were ignorant as the adjective used for them also suggests , they were ignorant. plain and simple.
'dear grandpa, where do these big people go in the morning and why do they come back at sunset'
'well,my dear little mouse'
'r u a dumbwit'
(they didn't worry bout etiquettes, 'is that the way to talk to one;s elders, toby? )
'no'
'then call me by my name,haven'i told you like millions of times'
'alright toby, listen up'
'have you seen their tails'
'no'replied toby
'well ,that 's because they lost it,they go in the forests looking for their tails'
'is that so,grandpa'
'believe it or not'
'but how do u know this'
(well i cooked this up,asshole)
'my grandparents told me' replied grandpa.
at first they tried to cook up explanations and as the logical chain of explanations faltered, they had to change the older explanation and after a while, they got tired of constructing a story at the expense of so much brain energy that they could not go on. they simply told him to shut up.
toby decided to take matters in his own hands,
he decided to go to the room of each one of them and check what was the real story.
one night while i was asleep. during midnight, i felt some signs on motion on my head. either i could be a strong boy and catch by hand whatever was trying to infiltrate my privacy or i could freak out and yell.
i decided the latter. well ... now i think it really was a decision.
i jumped out of the bed in a swift motion and kept my yells low enough to only reach a couple of other nearby rooms and switched on the lights only to find my bed totally empty. i seriously was going to consider it as a bad dream when i saw the devil myself. He was scrupulously looking around me and for a jiffy, he was even staring at me. i couldn't let this meandering vagabond ruin my sleep. i ran for it.
like it understood my body's decision before the moment it was actually delivered to me,the funny creature ran for the precious little hole bout 10 meters from my room,the place where he came from and i towards it. initially,i dodged him a couple of times but every time he ran on the adjacent wall giving him a real ninja advantage.i had the godly revelation to grapple the part of the story ,where journey is not important,only the end is.which made me run to his hole directly and i was waiting for him with cleverness of jack sparrow. he went into his hole.i was standing at one of the many gates. well, needless to say, i was faster but he was so small that i could not particularly stop him.
what next happened was a mistake.On his part.
he came out till my door, and guess what, i wasn't inside. i was behind him. and that must be the horror when cartoon serials end with the devil clawing up behind you and you don't have the slightest clue. and the little fella was in my hands.his mommy would be real sorry for him,well,if she really cared. he just couldn't realise the truthfulness of the moment, the fact that his life was not his now and that somebody else was his 'father of the moment'. he tried so hard,so strongly ,so wildly ,to escape my clutches that it took some real perserverance to tame him, to make him realise that there was no way out of this. after a while , he submitted to his fate. the fate yet to be decided.
in a moment of indecision ,faced by consequences and in-consequences of my actions-to-be, i hurled it from the 20th floor,the floor i used to live on, to the black billowing smoke oozing from the ground,which gave it a slightly ghostly touch.i don't know what happened next.but i was never bothered again.
Little Toby was dead.
Jonathan toby mouse should not believe in tales of other kingdom.
