11,041 vagabonds plus:
the little folk
I figured something was off-kilter when I saw two presentable rows of mice standing with silver swords raised along the side of the fridge. The side displaying a prized miniature magnet resembling a shopping cart holding this weeks grocery list.
"Those are silver toothpicks".
"Oh. You're a mind reader".
"No, I followed you eyes," he nodded.
"Suppose I push your belly. Will you giggle too?"
"I, Sir, will have your head clean lopped off."
"Yeah". I was the one that giggled.
"Sir, do not try me."
I straightened up in my chair like a faithful servant.
"I, too, My Lord, have a special talent."
"Oh?" The tubby visitor seemed mockingly perplexed.
"Stand still. With a clean jerk of the morning news you shall, My Lord, remain standing. But preferrable, Dear King, arch safely across the moat into the garbage disposal."
"Off with your head!"
I laughed as my head rolled off the table, traversing across the linoleum, halting in an upright position against the wooden cabinet where I store green trash bags, and a nighttime home to a family of mice. Look at that mote.
illustration ~ The Little King
by Michael Sowa
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