Mouse

I am going to tell a story……

Once upon a time there was a mouse.
His name was Louie and was 5 years of age.
As a young mouse he would always think about joining circus.
This is all the little mouse would do.
This was his life long dream.

On arrival to the circus the Louie realised his calling was to walk the tightrope.
The mouse saw the wire and knew it was right.
He thought the wire would fully support him as he would travel across.

The mouse takes ONE step

The mouse takes TWO steps

The mouse takes a THIRD step and the wire becomes wobbly and unstable.
The little mouse if not sure what will happening.
Should he run back to safety or will the mouse be ok?
The mouse regains his stance and takes another step along the wire.
The mouse still believes that the wire will support it.
This time the mouse is wrong.
The wire begins to move.
The mouse falls but luckily grasps hold of the swaying wire.
While hanging from the wire the mouse looks around and realised that the wire is attached to a pole.
He gets worried.

What does the mouse do????

He is scared that if he keeps hold of the wire that he will eventually fall due to lack of support.
The mouse looks down and sees the unknown, A pit of darkness.

Is the mouse better holding onto the string or should the mouse fall?
The mouse wonders how life would be if he held onto the sting and didn’t let go.
Would his arms get sore?
Would he get hungry?
What would he do if he needs to sleep?
But if he falls into the pit would life be simple, easy, relaxing, no-stress, no hurt, no hatred.

The house lets go and falls into the pit of darkness