Tiny the Mouse I - Tiny’s Resurrection

 

Tiny’s Resurrection

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nce upon a time, there lived a little, grey mouse, Tiny the Mouse, in a flying ship! A pirate ship! Of Cat Pirates! And not just any cat-pirate ship but the ship of the ferocious Cats of Doom! Tiny lived in a hole in a wall. Its entrance was big enough for Tiny while too small for the cats. So, he was safe in his tiny, little home.
  Each morning, when the captain played golf on the ship’s deck, Tiny would sneak into the captain’s chamber, and steal a little milk from the captain’s mug packed with milk . Then he would race back to his hole. There, was a machine. It was a gift from one of Tiny's old aunts. It was quite small, not bigger than a toddler's slipper. It had two openings. One was where milk was to be filled into and the other was where cheese, made out of the milk would come out. Yummy!
  Each morning, when the captain played golf on the ship’s deck, Tiny would sneak into the captain’s chamber, and steal a little milk from the captain’s mug packed with milk . Then he would race back to his hole. There, was a machine. It was a gift from one of Tiny's old aunts. It was quite small, not bigger than a toddler's slipper. It had two openings. One was where milk was to be filled into and the other was where cheese, made out of the milk would come out. Yummy!

  The crew’s captain was a young and paw-some cat. His fur was whiter than snow and his eyes were greener than emerald. His name was Captain Plank. Behind his name is a rather interesting characteristic of his - every time he is angry, he says – ‘I’ll make you walk the plank!'. From his kitten-hood till today there hasn't been a single day which went without him saying this phrase. Once, a bug entered his room and he screamed at him with his sword high in the air ‘How dare a filthy bug like you enter by ship? I’ll make you walk the plank'.
  The captain’s Right Paw was Soft Paws. She had the longest claws in the whole crew! She was an expert in Claw-logy (the study of tricks done by one’s claws, like opening locks with claws). She had a black, furry fur and her eyes were midnight blue. Her thin whiskers were white. 
  One fine day, just as habitual, Tiny sneaked into the captain’s room. It was dimly lit. It was just as the cats say- puurrfect. It was the grandest room in the ship! Red carpet covered the floor and majestic curtains draped the window. A bed with a red blanket lay on a corner and treasures from across the world were present on all four corners. A red throne-like-chair stood imposingly beside a small table made of pure gold. On it was Tiny's  goal - a grand pure gold goblet studded with rubies! Above the table slightly to the left hung a magnificent chandelier!
  On Plank's room's roof was a fire exit. It had a shaft which was, luckily for Tiny, right above the small table where the goblet stood. The plan used to be that Tiny would open the shaft and lower himself down with a strong thread. Once he was on the table, he drop his glass into Plank's  and fill it with milk. Then he would climb up the thread and rush back to his hole.
  Just as planned, Tiny lowered himself down from the fire  shaft. When he was mid-way, out of the blue, slow clapping sound started coming from the throne-like-chair. This startled Tiny. Abruptly, all lights in the room were switched on and the room was brightly lit. The lighting, revealed a frightening sight. It was all a trap! Captain Plank was there sitting on the chair with a malevolent grin! 
  This scared the daylights out of Tiny. Swiftly he started climbing the thread. But Alas! If only Tiny knew that another terrifying encounter awaited him. Meow! Came a sound from the chandelier. There hung Soft Paws ! With a evil grin on her face, she brought her hand near the thread and using her claws, cut it! Tiny hurtled down and luckily, he fell straight into the goblet, which broke his fall. Otherwise, for a creature as timid as Tiny, the fall was sure to be fatal.
  Captain Plank got up from his throne-like-chair and put his hand in the bowl and roughly grabbed Tiny by his tail and pulled him up. Tiny didn’t move nor opened his eyes. First, Plank  gasped and then said in a mournful voice, “You killed him” and then sobbed (only acting).

  “Captain, you anyways wanted him dead, that filthy tiny thief”, said Soft Paws, in her usual sing-song manner, in her defense.
  “Surly I wanted him dead but after he walked the plank”,
  “You have got a serious case of Plank -direa.” Said Soft Paws in an annoyed voice.
  “Ha. Ha. Very funny” said Plank. Then he put the body of Tiny  on his golden table and ordered, “Prepare a tomb made of completely diamond for the size of my mouse nemesis and tell all the crew to be at the deck at the dead of the night for the Mourning Ceremony. 
  “But that is only for members of the crew and not a foe.”
  “What is a villain without an archenemy?”
    Soft Paws rolls her eyes. 
  The clock stuck 12. Under the starlit night, the cat crew began to gather around the deck. Tiny's pure diamond tomb was placed around an array of brightly burning candles.
  The last one to arrive was Plank. He stood in front of the whole crew and then began his speech in a gloomy voice, “Today we all have gathered here to mourn the death of one of our own – Tiny the Mouse”. 
  Murmurs filled the deck but they all were silenced as their captain resumed his speech, “He was a great foe and without him our lives shall be having an impurrtant part missing – chasing him. He would steal my milk. Therefore, today a mug overfilled with milk shall be kept besides his tomb by each crewmate.” Everyone exclaimed but Plank's Do-it glare was enough to kill the exclamations and force all of them to do as he had said. 
  Once all the mugs had been kept, the captain announced to begin the 21 Purr Salute to Tiny. On his words, the deck was filled with purrs. After that, he said, “We shall mourn tomorrow for tonight we feast!” and all excitedly left for the Grand Hall leaving their dead foe all alone but wait! The door of the tomb slipped open and the once-assumed-dead-mouse got out of the uncomfortable bed and stretched his back. Ahhhhhhh! Ghost!
  But no! Tiny wasn't a dead zombie or a ghost.  He hadn't even died! He had merely acted to be dead and  Plank fell for it. Now he had a paradise of milk  to last one year but all he took was enough for dinner for what would a life be without an adventure?
  “What an uncomfortable bed. Can’t a person even have a comfortable dying bed? I’d rather prefer to sleep on stone than that diamond  bed,” thought Tiny.
  The following day, Captain Plank almost walked ran his plank and jumped off the ship when he saw Tiny running across the deck with his mug of milk  as Plank thought Tiny had become a ghost and had come to avenge his death! The whole crew laughed their heads off.

 

The End