Third day of the little mouse new work in the big-big world “out there”. Responsibilities are bucketing. Expectation is pilling big. Challenges spawns like mushrooms on a rainy day. Learning to be more optimistic in life is the first lesson the little mouse is to learn, you may say.
Well, not actually…
The first and foremost and also most important lesson the little mouse should, and keep on learning, is to be holy.
The little mouse was attempting to squeeze her car into the teeny weeny parking space, when suddenly she heard a sound. A tiny sound mighty enough to push her into the deepest, darkest pit of anxiousness.
Sssvvvxxxtttddd... Her car had “accidentally” scraped the car next to the parking space she was trying to get in. Just as she was plunging down into the deepest, darkest pit of anxiousness, time suddenly stopped. She turned her head and saw. Behold! The “poor injured” car was an oh-so-lavishly-expensive-and-never-in-her-life-see-such-a-beautiful-car! After a minute ogling at the luxurious car, she continued her journey of plunging down the deepest, darkest pit of anxiousness.
Then, ran three parking attendants to her.
Mr. Parking 1: OHHHHH… You smashed the car! You smashed Mr. Richman’s car!
Mr. Parking 2: AHHHHH… How now, har? How?
Little mouse: (speechless… while looking at the three tiny five-centimeters grazes at the bumper)
Mr. Parking 1: The car is damaged!! (voice raising high)
Little mouse: (speechless… still looking at the three tiny five-centimeters grazes at the bumper)
Mr. Parking 2: How now, little missy? What you are to do about it? (his stern look fired a high capacity laser beam into the little mouse’s heart)
Little mouse: (speechless… sobbing quietly while praying for God’s help)
Mr. Parking 3: This car is extremely expensive, you know! What you are going to do about it? (his words fired gazillions of bullets into her heart)
Little mouse: (praying even harder) I am sorry. I will pay for the damages caused.
Mr. Parking 2: Ok, pay now!!
Mr. Parking 3: You know how expensive this car is? You better pay now!
Little mouse: Erm, I will pay the car owner myself and say sorry to him.
Mr. Parking 1: How can? Pay us now!
Little mouse: I’ll give you my phone number. Please pass it to him and kindly ask him to give me a call. I’ll settle with him.
Mr. Parking 1: Just pay us now and get it over with! Mr. Richman is going to be furious when he knows you damage his car! (his annoyed look launched ten thousands torpedoes into her heart)
Little mouse: It’s ok. I will apologize to him myself. I will settle the payment myself.
Mr. Parking 2: Pay us! Why don’t you pay us! He’ll be fuming with anger with us! You know, we’ll be the one he’ll bawl at. (his anger launched five millions silos targeting to hit her heart)
Little mouse: Then, just pass Mr. Richman my details… I’ll talk to him… (trembling with fear and praying even harder)
Mr. Parking 1: … (speechless)
Mr. Parking 2: … (speechless)
Mr. Parking 3: … (speechless)
So, then, the three parking attendants took the little mouse’s details and phone number to be passed to Mr. Richman. Mr. Richman did call the end of the day. He was not really a baddie. Rich... very very rich, but not really a baddie. He was actually glad that she had passed her contact to him and not to run away by giving the money to the parking attendants. The little mouse knew that if she were to give money to the three parking attendants, she does not need to go through the hassle of meeting up with Mr. Richman to discuss on the payment for the damages (yes, three tiny five-centimeters grazes, to be precise) she had caused.
The amount to be paid was then settled. The amount she has to pay for the three tiny five-centimeters grazes on his car bumper was more than what she expected. Yes, far far FAR more and even beyond what she expected to pay. Then, there she goes again, plunging down into the deepest, darkest pit of anxiousness…
Well, at least, she’s glad she made the right choice. Her loving God will help her through… Amen.
1 Peter 1:15-16 (NIV)
(15) But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; (16) for it is written: "Be holy, because I am holy."
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Hang in there! Be glad that no lives were harmed! ;)
Ah, I speed read through some of the posts (chronologically backwards). At first, I thought the stories of the rat, I mean mouse, was satirical take on the real world. A place where man does the right thing, etc.
Flip right to the first post, and realized that it was your adventure. Though how close it is to reality or fiction that I cannot tell. You got your technical writing down pat (not that I can say the same for mine).
From a political point of view, this narration from a pseudo third person works for you, especially in this context. You're narrating how you always took the moral path, guided by the lord, regardless of the odds stacked against you. There is no doubt that a regular city slicker with a pair of cynical shades would read this as patronising if you have written from first person.
By using a little mouse as your seeing glasses, you create a distance between the harsh reality and your fictional world where the mousie reside.
Ah, I better stop. This could as well be an innocent creation.
Write on!
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