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Diana, of Myths of the Mirror has a new feature on her blog called, “New Year, New Feature: a Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt.”  Please visit the link above to find out more about the challenge, then get to it!

I bet you thought they would frighten me

All those white mice, nestled in an old tree

But let me tell you, how they got up there

This is a scene, most think would be rare

I heard them holler, so I came, like thunder

Buried in the snow, was a house, gone under

I had to figure out a way, to help save the mice

There wasn’t much time, I couldn’t think twice

I picked up the house, and held it in my trunk

Lifted it up to the tree, dropped it down, plunk

Straightened it, carefully, in the bend of a branch

Those little mice, still, on top of their ranch

When all had settled, they thanked me a bunch

For not thinking to make them, my dinner or lunch

Making sure they’d be fine, I turned to head home

Back to the jungle, where I most like to roam

Waving, they said, they hoped we’d be friends

Nodding, I left, but this isn’t quite where it ends

Soon I returned, on the first day of spring

To set the house aground, but this time I brought string


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