It began on a day like any other, the summer sun warm the hills and the prairies all over the countryside. The birds busy gathering bits of twig and grass for their nests, and bees inspecting every flower. But today was not so normal for one small member of this Serene community, for little did he know that his life would be forever changed.
His story is of humble beginnings, and life until now had little in the way of adventure. You see, the one I speak of is not known for her like and bold actions, as he is rather timid in his usual nature. The hero of this story happens to be a small mouse and his name Pierre. this day Pierre had gone out with his brother, Henry, to their favorite place to gather grains and seeds. It was a cozy spot nestled next to a small stream. Everyday they would be found there gathering and playing, as the large wheel of the mill turned slowly. The water churned past bubbling and splashing on its way to the shallow rapids.
It was here that Pierre and Henry laying in the long cool grass contemplating on what the day will hold for them. at this time Pierre turned to his brother and said," Henry it is getting close to time for the luncheon. Don't you think that we should head back to our cozy home and the old oak tree?". "Why yes. We should, I hadn't thought we have been gone so long and has been quite some time since breakfast." replied Henry.
So the pair started off walking somewhat listlessly up the high road toward home. as they walk they discussed what to make for their sup. Upon returning home the two got straight to work setting the table and gathering sausage, bread, aged cheese, and sun brewed tea and sat down to eat.
Once they're hungry we're sufficiently staved off, they cleaned what they had dirtied, and had taken to the sitting room and discussed they're doing thus far and what more was to come of the day.
After sometime it passed, the two set out to call it a good friend the Wren who lived a ways down the road in a thick blackberry bramble. Now the brothers had known the Wren for quite some years now. They had come to know his mannerisms for being a rather small bird; no bigger than themselves, that he was always on the lookout keeping his home safe from those that were bigger than he.
Now the Wren was very fond of Pierre and Henry. He knew when they stopped by he would be regaled all the happenings around the stream and field, for Wren didn't venture far from the safety of his home in the blackberries.
Pierre and Henry walked down the high road side by side admiring all as they went. The daisies and the forget-me-nots swayed along with the tall grasses and bull rushes in the gentle Summer breeze. Birds and butterflies gliding through the skies in a way so effortlessly that's set them both at awe. Large fluffy clouds dotted the sky here and there as if like the seeds of a giant cottonwood in early fall, as they sore across the winds to go wherever they may. As they walked Pierre remarked, "what a wonderful day this has been".
"yes it is, and how I long for it to stay forever this way" said Henry wishfully. "but, summer is only just begun. We have much time before it is over." remarked Pierre. " Yes I know, but I enjoy summer best of all over the whole rest of the year.
" That may be, but as we both know there is a time for everything that has to come and pass." Henry said. They talk back and forth on this and that the entire way.
Now it was late afternoon when they had reached the blackberry bramble and the home of the Wren, whose house was very deep inside. Wren was in his parlor when he heard knocking at his door, "Oh my, someone has come to call. I wonder who it might be?" said Wren surprised. He peered through the small sight hole in the door, and to his delight he saw the field mice, Pierre and Henry. Wren opened the door, "Come in, come in boys. It is quite a jolly surprise to see you today." he said very excitedly. "We were just up near the old Mill stream this morning and we're having a grand time." said the mice and unison. The boys walked into Wren's house following just behind him. Though being small in size Wren's home was still very respectable in how his interior has been decorated. For Wren didn't live on the ground, he house was tucked tightly into the thicket where it would be safe. Beyond the plain oak door of the abode, entered into a small foyer that contained within beautiful oak hardwood floors that flowed into white walls, as white as the petals of a honeysuckle in the morning dew. A great grandfather clock stay in the corner nearest the door to the parlor, shelves containing ornate figurines dooted the walls here and there and the two french-styled windows on either side of the entrance door adorned with elegant lace curtains.
They followed him into the parlor and sat for coffee with wren. They talked of the weather and the goings-on of the village. Of the fields and streams and how things have been since their last visit. They sat and talked late into the evening, until well after supper time. Pierre and Henry had supper with Wren and after a short farewell took towards home.
The night was warm and the skies were clear as they walked with the night sounds all around them. Crickets chirping and singing in the tall grass and the sounds of a lone owl off in the distance. The stars glinted and sparkled in the dark sky as the only other light was that of the cool summer moon. As they walked they came into a clearing and their shadows cast in the moonlight stretched across the high road to join them on the long walk home.