Mouse Tales
Celebrate May Day with a heartwarming tale from The Glen, where Mouse meets the First Blossom of Spring. A story of trembling courage, quiet magic, and blooming before the world feels ready—perfect for new beginnings and tender hearts. Includes a May Day blessing and gratitude to readers awaiting Tales of The Glen.
Mouse was a small creature with a heart as vast as the forest. He lived in the woods near a babbling brook that wound like a silver thread through the velvet moss. Today it was not just any day, but a special day, for it was Friday, and Fridays were known far and wide as Friday Wishes Day. Mouse, in his little boat, set sail early in the morning. His whiskers twitched with excitement, and his tiny paws were eager. He had a treasure trove of berries, cherries, and a small, lovely piece of cake...
Mouse drifted slowly downstream in the dappled light of a very early day when the sun had just begun to tickle the tops of the trees. Mouse was a mouse unlike any other, for he was gifted—or perhaps cursed—with an irrepressible love for chatter. This mouse, my dear readers, could talk the hind legs off a donkey if the donkey stayed long enough to listen! But as you might guess, not many in the glen cared to listen to Mouse's stories. The other mice were too busy nibbling seeds or dodging...
“Good morning, Morning,” Mouse greeted cheerfully from a window sill. “Good morning, Mouse,” Morning replied, her rays gently touching the earth and sea. “What news do you bring today?” Mouse inquired. “I bring the warmth of the sun and a new beginning, as is my charge,” Morning answered. “And what adventures do you plan with this new day I’ve brought?” Morning inquired. “I believe I shall venture to the meadow's edge. There are whispers of a splendid new type of berry,...
Before I tell you this tale, you must promise to sit very still—tail curled, paws folded, ears tilted just so—for this is the kind of story that tiptoes in on the breeze and disappears if you make too much of a fuss. Have I ever told you how Mirth the Mouse once flew all the way to the Land of Dreams on the back of a single dandelion seed? No? Then curl close, and I shall whisper it into your waiting ears. In the Glen, where the grass grows soft and the flowers bow politely to passing...
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