Post by amerlynn on Jan 24, 2010 19:53:41 GMT -5
((I wanted to post this here. This is the story I told at our little get together today. And I'll add more tales to this thread as I tell more in game. I hope you have fun and enjoy Amerlynn's storytelling.))
First Tale:
The Rat and the White Square
Once upon a time, there was a rat… This was not some fantastically extraordinary rat, however. No… This was the type of rat you see every day in the worst possible places. This is the type of rat that you try your hardest to sweep under the carpet, and pretend that it doesn’t exist.
The rat therefore, lived out its days as rats do, sifting through trash; existing on the excess of greater beings. Every day was a struggle for him. He had no ambition, for how could he? He was after all, just a rat.
One day however, the rat stopped. It was not as though he had any reason to, or any purpose. He simply stopped, and for the first time he looked at what lay before him. He softly prodded a piece of moldy cheese with his button nose; a piece of cheese he had a moment before intended to eat, without a care. For no reason in particular, the rat let out a sigh.
The other rats who were his friends asked him, “Friend, why have you stopped? Why do you not eat your moldy cheese as you always have?”
Slowly, the rat shook his head. “I don’t know…” he said. “I’m just… not curtain that I understand the point.”
The other rats were naturally confused by this. “The point?” they asked. “Why, friend, the point is surely to feed your self. If you do not eat, you will die.”
The rat nodded. “Oh, yes,” he said. “This I understand. However, upon thinking on it, I have found that I am not quite hungry. So why must I eat now? There is certainly no shortage of food.”
The other rats exchanged looks of concern with one another. “Why, friend,” they said in a serious tone, “we must admit, you begin to frighten us. What is it that has brought on these questions? You have never thought such things before.”
The rat folded his arms as he lowered his head. “You are right… I have never thought such things before. But I do indeed think them now. I cannot explain where they come from. I only know they trouble me deeply.” Then letting out a sigh, he added, “Please friends, do not worry on my account. Instead, return to your meal. I however will take a brief recessional.”
So it was that the rat left his friends, and climbed up upon a window sill. He did not choose this particular sill for any real reason, for how could he? He was after all, only a rat.
On a whim, therefore, he looked within the home to which the window belonged, and he saw a man. The man did not see the rat. His back was turned to the window, and his attention given to what the rat perceived to be a blank white square.
The rat remained upon his spot on the window sill, watching the man who did not even know he was there. As the rat watched, the man lifted what the rat perceived to be a short stick with some sort of hairs upon its tip, and in his other hand lifted a tray of many colors, which the rat thought to be an absolute marvel.
Still unaware of the rat who sat upon his window sill, the man touched the hairs of his stick to the color upon his tray, and began to move the stick across the blank white square, dragging the hairs at its tip upon the squares surface. To the rats surprise, the color the man had chosen stuck upon the blank white square as the hairs of his stick dragged across it. “What’s this?” shouted the rat with a start. “How very queer indeed!”
And so it was that the day went on, and the rat continued to watch the man upon his window sill. As the day grew to night, the blank white square had become quite colored indeed, with a variety of shapes thrown in to boot. The rat however had merely become hungry. “Bah!” he exclaimed. “What rubbish! This man wastes his time! Surely such a thing will never feed him! What does he truly stand to gain from this?”
The rat then turned away from the man for the first time since he perched upon his window sill. “Oh, what a bore! I should have listened to my friends! Then surely this hunger would never have crept upon me.” And with that, the rat bounded down from his perch in search of his friends.
The rat went on with his life as he always had, eating and sleeping as appropriate. He never again thought of the man and his colored square. For after all, he was merely a rat, so how could he? The man continued on with his life as well. The rat never knowing, the mans colored square in fact gave him great notoriety throughout the land. Because of his peculiar little colored square, the man was able to purchase food to feed his family, and they were merry because of it.
. The rat lived out his days as necessary… and though he was curious, he never truly was able to comprehend what he saw that day. The needs of daily life were his concern, and he could not comprehend the value of life, or the beauty one can create within it.
This is no surprise really. After all, how could he?
He was merely a rat.
The End…
First Tale:
The Rat and the White Square
Once upon a time, there was a rat… This was not some fantastically extraordinary rat, however. No… This was the type of rat you see every day in the worst possible places. This is the type of rat that you try your hardest to sweep under the carpet, and pretend that it doesn’t exist.
The rat therefore, lived out its days as rats do, sifting through trash; existing on the excess of greater beings. Every day was a struggle for him. He had no ambition, for how could he? He was after all, just a rat.
One day however, the rat stopped. It was not as though he had any reason to, or any purpose. He simply stopped, and for the first time he looked at what lay before him. He softly prodded a piece of moldy cheese with his button nose; a piece of cheese he had a moment before intended to eat, without a care. For no reason in particular, the rat let out a sigh.
The other rats who were his friends asked him, “Friend, why have you stopped? Why do you not eat your moldy cheese as you always have?”
Slowly, the rat shook his head. “I don’t know…” he said. “I’m just… not curtain that I understand the point.”
The other rats were naturally confused by this. “The point?” they asked. “Why, friend, the point is surely to feed your self. If you do not eat, you will die.”
The rat nodded. “Oh, yes,” he said. “This I understand. However, upon thinking on it, I have found that I am not quite hungry. So why must I eat now? There is certainly no shortage of food.”
The other rats exchanged looks of concern with one another. “Why, friend,” they said in a serious tone, “we must admit, you begin to frighten us. What is it that has brought on these questions? You have never thought such things before.”
The rat folded his arms as he lowered his head. “You are right… I have never thought such things before. But I do indeed think them now. I cannot explain where they come from. I only know they trouble me deeply.” Then letting out a sigh, he added, “Please friends, do not worry on my account. Instead, return to your meal. I however will take a brief recessional.”
So it was that the rat left his friends, and climbed up upon a window sill. He did not choose this particular sill for any real reason, for how could he? He was after all, only a rat.
On a whim, therefore, he looked within the home to which the window belonged, and he saw a man. The man did not see the rat. His back was turned to the window, and his attention given to what the rat perceived to be a blank white square.
The rat remained upon his spot on the window sill, watching the man who did not even know he was there. As the rat watched, the man lifted what the rat perceived to be a short stick with some sort of hairs upon its tip, and in his other hand lifted a tray of many colors, which the rat thought to be an absolute marvel.
Still unaware of the rat who sat upon his window sill, the man touched the hairs of his stick to the color upon his tray, and began to move the stick across the blank white square, dragging the hairs at its tip upon the squares surface. To the rats surprise, the color the man had chosen stuck upon the blank white square as the hairs of his stick dragged across it. “What’s this?” shouted the rat with a start. “How very queer indeed!”
And so it was that the day went on, and the rat continued to watch the man upon his window sill. As the day grew to night, the blank white square had become quite colored indeed, with a variety of shapes thrown in to boot. The rat however had merely become hungry. “Bah!” he exclaimed. “What rubbish! This man wastes his time! Surely such a thing will never feed him! What does he truly stand to gain from this?”
The rat then turned away from the man for the first time since he perched upon his window sill. “Oh, what a bore! I should have listened to my friends! Then surely this hunger would never have crept upon me.” And with that, the rat bounded down from his perch in search of his friends.
The rat went on with his life as he always had, eating and sleeping as appropriate. He never again thought of the man and his colored square. For after all, he was merely a rat, so how could he? The man continued on with his life as well. The rat never knowing, the mans colored square in fact gave him great notoriety throughout the land. Because of his peculiar little colored square, the man was able to purchase food to feed his family, and they were merry because of it.
. The rat lived out his days as necessary… and though he was curious, he never truly was able to comprehend what he saw that day. The needs of daily life were his concern, and he could not comprehend the value of life, or the beauty one can create within it.
This is no surprise really. After all, how could he?
He was merely a rat.
The End…