The Mouse and the Sock

The Blue Knight returned to the City of Az laden with revelation. He went to the great hall where a fire had also been laid, where he yearned to be welcomed with honour amongst those people.

My truth, he cried, is ‘I Do Not Know, so I must Dance’

Well, the people of Az came together and decided that this truth, although somewhat confused, was a fine truth and that the Blue Knight should be welcomed into the city of Az, gathered with warmth into the great hall where a fire had also been laid.

The Blue Knight was commanded by the elders of Az to fashion tales for the children and so he did.

This then is the first such story that the Blue Knight told:

The Mouse and the Sock

Once in a time there was a dog or a cat or a giraffe or a mouse, who lived in a hole in the ground, and flew in the sky, on the grass, by the tree. It looked out or up and down around the corner until it saw the sock or triangle, where it lay withering on the road by the hedge under a cloud. The dog the size of a house, the cat with a never-ending tail covered in lustrous jewels, the giraffe with the fur of a bear and the tongue of a snake and the mouse chased each other continuously, day and night. Round houses in the desert by a field of wheat, they ran and jumped, swiftly and softly and quietly, until a rosy dawn broke over the trees and clouds by the hedge over the lake or sea or puddle or ocean. By a ditch.

Lately the Mouse had tired of this chase and game or hunt, terrified or joyous amidst the trampling feet, in the dust, hidden by the falling leaves behind the dresser in the loft.

I shall find a place or lieu or home or prison where I can rest my whiskers and sing my mousey songs in private without the braying of donkeys and the coughing of giraffes in the streets, outside the drinking place.

I shall sit outside and see a goat by a tree, the tree is growing, the goat is eating the tree. The sky is alive with some clouds that move in some way that fascinates my eye for some time, they change shape in curious ways, throwing changing shadows upon the hills. These things that make my heart and mind rejoice in the life I have.

Then the mouse came up to the sock or house without and within, entering, the darkness was become full of stars.

The people of Az heard the story for children and said to the Knight, ‘Try again to make a story with some sense in it please.’