We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to share a short story from Middle Pea. He’s really started to love writing, and spends hours weekly on his stories, but non-fiction isn’t really his thing. So, without further ado…
Once, there was a mouse. His name was Misto. Every day he woke up, brushed his teeth, and started climbing. He was a light keeper for an old lighthouse. He turned on a giant beam of light that showed the ships where to go. One day he woke up and followed his routine. After getting ready he started climbing the stairs. They were metal, thin, and steep. Once he got to the top he took a moment to enjoy the calm sea, gently playing with itself as if it were a young child. One day, he turned on the light and realized he had never traveled. He decided, even though he was scared, he would venture out to see what was beyond the light.
Misto went straight downstairs, he packed his suitcase and he stepped outside. The sky was amazingly white with a blanket of clouds. He quickly put together something like a sailboat out of driftwood and set off on his amazing adventure.
The wind carried his vessel far out to sea,so far he couldn’t see his lighthouse. He enjoyed the sound of the waves lapping against his boat, and let the cool breeze fill him with joy. He heard a rumble and saw a giant storm coming his way. Soon he was drenched with rain and sweating from the heat of the lightning.
The storm tossed his boat into a small island. Misto washed up on the shore and looked around. His boat was destroyed. After fixing it, he decided to explore, for that was the reason he left his home. He found some spiky blue fruit and found it very nourishing. After enjoying a meal with his heart full of joy he fell asleep.
When he woke up the next day, he decided to explore some more. He found footprints and a trace of a tail. He realized that there must be more mice on this island. He followed the trail for around 15 minutes and found a small group of mice huddled around a fire. He watched them and nervously wondered if they were nice. Finally, he worked up the nerve to introduce himself and soon realized that they had never traveled. He invited them to come back to his lighthouse and they agreed.
After one more meal on the mysterious island they set off on their journey home. The journey home was safe, and the mice were excited to learn about how to run the lighthouse.
The end
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