The Country Mice

Once upon a time there was a little boy who, to his mother’s bittersweet dismay, was getting taller and taller every day.

Wah! Start the story over.

Once there was a strapping pre-adolescent who had revolving interests regarding fine art, the great outdoors, construction sets and odd little Japanese animated creatures from a bizarre story where the creatures were trained by their human masters.

One day the lad, whom we’ll call Pokéboy, wandered into the deep dark woods behind his house. He took along with him something of great importance to his mother, something he took without her permission, something he later returned to her, with water all over the body and splash marks on the lens and she tried so hard not to have a private meltdown!!!

*Deep breath*

So the boy wandered into the deep dark woods behind his house.

But he was not alone as he had tucked with great care, into his pockets, the strange little creatures he’d created from clay.

He took the little creatures over to the pond in his yard where he spoke to them, asked them their plans for the future, arranged for a photoshoot and promised to put their names in lights.

Oh gosh, I don’t know. I don’t even know why he makes these things.

They’re cute, tho.