Previous Posts: Part 1 – Sun

The next night, Mouse returned to the garden just as the sky turned grey.

“What do you want me to do?” Mouse asked Sun.

Sun, who had been thinking about it all day while staring at Moon, told Mouse his plan. “I want you to drag me,” he said. “But first, you must dig deep to free my main root, which is very long and the reason, I think, that I cannot crawl on my own.”

Nodding at Sun’s sage suggestion, Mouse once again set to dig at Sun’s base. This time, instead of loosening the area around Sun, Mouse dug straight down, hollowing out the soil directly below Sun’s stem.

The ground here was even harder and tougher to dig than the surrounding space. It took many hours, but when at last it was done, Mouse sat back on her haunches, brushed the dirt off her paws, and said, “Your stem is loose. Are you ready for me to drag you to Moon?”

“Yes, yes!” cried Sun. “Take me to My Love.”

And so, Mouse stepped up beside Sun and took the base of Sun’s stalk in her mouth. Slowly, gently, she began to pull Sun.

But before she had gone an inch, Sun cried out. “It hurts. It hurts!”

“But I have only barely pulled,” said Mouse.

“But your teeth are so sharp! They bite and cut into my stalk,” said Sun.

“But what else can I do? I have no hands, no other way to pull.”

“Alas, it is so,” agreed Sun. “But I will surely die if pulled like this. We will just have to think of another way.”

At that moment, the first light of day broke over the garden.

“It is very late,” said Mouse. “I cannot do any more today. I must get back to my den before the light.”

“Here, take this,” said Sun, and once again lowered one of his budding branches so that Mouse could pluck the tasty meal. With a melancholy twitch, Mouse tucked the bud under her paw and hurried back to her den.

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