Mouseville. Issue no 1: Flashy
and Scary Mouse go for a dive.
It was
a Saturday afternoon. Flashy mouse and her boyfriend Scary Mouse were hanging
out at snack bar “The Cheese Palace.”
It was their favourite spot for hanging out; beautifully located right in the
centre of Animal Park, bordering on
its famous pond.
“I am not really enjoying this,” sighed Flashy,
taking a slow bite of her Gouda, “the heat is killing me.”
“Need to cool off, eh,” came back Scary.
“Where would you like to go to?”
“Why not to The Swim,” suggested Flashy. “It’s a fine day for a dive, and
they’ve got a lovely palm beach and tropical restaurant.”
The Swim was the popular name for “The High Caribbean Swimming Pool and Resort
Centre” and was a fine place indeed. It was known for its diving tower and exquisite
drinks.
“Hmm,” answered Scary pensively. He was
better at sipping than swimming. “It is better for a mouse,” he used to say,
“to put the drink into his body, than the body into the drink.”
“Be a sport, Scary,” urged Flashy, “Let’s
be off.....”
And
that happened. In most cases Flashy got what Flashy wanted. They went to The
Swim, bought tickets, put on their swimming outfits and, as Scary insisted, did
a sip before the swim. A Caribbean High
Ball made him feel better, he declared, and now he was ready to join Flashy
up the diving tower. Scary, dear reader, was named Scary NOT because he was
easily scared, but because he easily scared others. He was a daredevil of
sorts, but with exceptions. Diving from a diving tower was one of these.
With Flashy
things were different, when it came to diving from the diving tower at The Swim. She enjoyed the admiring looks
of her fellow swimmers, and for good reason. Flashy, well, was kind of fleshy,
and of a nice kind. You know, she was not voluptuous, she did not look like a meat ball, and attractive she was for
sure. She went up the stairs first. Scary followed, increasingly reluctant as
she went higher and higher. She skipped platform number 1, the lowest; she
skipped platform number 2, the medium one; and came to a halt at platform
number 3. That’s as high as the tower was. Slowly she tripped to the end of the
diving plank, did a little jump to get the board into motion and on the rebound
elegantly sailed through the air to land noiselessly into the water. Scary had
been watching all this with speechless admiration. “What a girl,” he thought,
“now what about me?” He was in great trepidation.
“That was a good jump, was it not?” Scary
heard a husky voice say behind him. The voice belonged to David Frog, who was
keen to show the world, or at least that part of the world that had gathered at
The Swim, that when it came to diving
and jumping frogs simply outdo any other creature. “Move brother,” spoke David
in an encouraging tone to Scary who now was in the grip of a trembling fear.
“Let me help you,” said David kindly, and gave Scary a firm kick in the butt
that sent our hero tumbling through the sky towards the water. He rolled over and
over until he hit the water that now stopped the rotational forces that had kept
him spinning in his diving mission. Weary he climbed out of the pool where he
was warmly received by an admiring Flashy.
“Scary,” she cried, “I did not know you
could do this. All those spins! It was great. And your landing! What a splash!
Wow!”
Scary smiled modestly, still dazzled by
the turn of events. “Well,” he said honestly, “diving really is not quite my
thing, but once you get into it, it really turns you on.” Perhaps he was
thinking of the Caribbean High Ball
that he now fancied to sip at. On the way to the bar they passed David Frog.
“Need another kick in the butt, mate?”
winked David as he walked away from the happy couple.
© Zamfactor Ltd. 2013. All rights reserved.
© Zamfactor Ltd. 2013. All rights reserved.
