The Meadow Mouse
A day of learning.
The Meadow Mouse
One fine morning quite recently, Meadow Mouse awakened from a sound night’s sleep, and wondered.
Why am I here? What should I be doing, as a meadow mouse?
All around him, the bounty of nature shone, like roses against a blue sky; like apple blossoms, busy with bees. Like the summer sun and a warm morning breeze, carrying the sweet sounds of cicadas and crickets.
This was Meadow Mouse’s second summer, and he wasn’t born a dummy. He knew there was a higher purpose to be served, another reason why he had been born here, and now. And so, he decided to ask around, to see what he could see.
Scampering off across the mosses of the forest floor, he came upon Fox. Fox, he knew, was a sly one, and he just might know something. Meadow Mouse sat up on his hind legs and addressed Fox.
“Fox, can you tell me, what meadow mouses should be doing?”
Fox looked him over, quizzically. “Why Meadow Mouse, how the hell should I know? Why don’t you ask Owl? He knows everything.”
That was true, Owl did seem to know an awful lot, so Meadow Mouse thanked Fox for his worthy advice, and scampered off to find Owl. This might have been a difficult task in the forest, except that Meadow Mouse knew where Owl slept. Ordinarily, approaching an owl would be suicide for a meadow mouse, but Owl was just too large for meadow mouses anymore, he was getting old, and as it happened, he had just eaten, the night before. And it scarcely mattered, because Owl was fast asleep, perched on the top of a broken dead tree. Meadow Mouse would have a hard time waking him up.
“Owl! Owl!”
Meadow Mouse climbed the tree and sat out on a dead limb, shouting in his meadow mouse voice, trying to awaken him. Eventually, Owl did awaken. He opened one eye and then the other, and looked suspiciously at Meadow Mouse.
“Owl, can you help me? There’s something I need to know!”
Now, Owl was a very special bird. He read incessantly on the internet, trying to learn all that he could. And, there was nothing he liked better than a good question.
“Go ahead, Meadow Mouse. What can I tell you?”
“Please tell me, what do Meadow Mouses do?”
Owl straightened his glasses and peered at Meadow Mouse. “Rephrase the question please. I don’t understand.”
“I mean, why am I here? Why was I born here, and now?”
Owl leaned back, tilted his head down and looked at his feet, just to make sure he had a good stance. “Ah, I understand. You’re having a meadow mouse existential moment. There are two possible answers to your question. One is, you do whatever makes you happy. It’s what everyone expects of meadow mouses. And, it carries the side benefit of being what meadow mouses do, because you are a meadow mouse, and you did it.”
Meadow Mouse frowned. “And what’s the other possible answer?”
“Well,” considered Owl, “It’s a busy world out there, beyond the meadow, and the forest. There are things you could do, but chances are, you won’t be remembered for it. After all, you’re a meadow mouse.”
“Tell me, please.” Meadow Mouse was more than just interested.
“Alright. We have a President problem, and it doesn’t look like it’s gonna go away. The man who holds that office, officially, got it by cheating.”
“Cheating? Howzat?”
The sun was getting higher in the sky that morning, as Owl held both wings straight out and expounded, about the American system of government. How the Executive, Legislative and Judicial branches were supposed to work, and then, how they really worked. How the system of checks and balances was supposed to keep government honest, but had failed, miserably.
“In establishing so-called ‘intelligence’ agencies, a portal to power was left open, and the ghoulies and ghosties and goblins streamed through it. That’s the real seat of power, these days, and the goblins sold out, sold it, to global elites.”
“So now,” Owl continued, “the globalists are on the cusp of seizing power, worldwide. The whole fucking world! They really want the United States, that’s us, that’s where your meadow is located. And there’s just no way they can let the opposition win the Presidency, even though that dumbass is leading in the polls. And I shouldn’t call him that, because he’s really quite smart and he’s on the right side of most of the issues, but I get daily emails from his campaign that seem to indicate, someone there thinks we’re all idiots. And there’s no way to unsubscribe.”
Meadow Mouse asked, breathlessly, “So, what happens next?”
“The election happens next, that’s what. No matter what, global elites can’t let the challenger win, and if they do exactly what they did last time, there is just no way he can. That guy says he wants a win that’s so big that they can’t override it. I think that’s possible, but if he does win, they’ll kill him. Simple as that. Either way, you aren’t going to be able to buy an air conditioner or a gas stove, will be forced to give up your gas-powered cars and trucks, prices will go absolutely through the roof, everyone will be expected to subsist by consuming bugs, there will be federal IDs issued to everybody and all cash will be eliminated. They don’t want socialism, they want dictatorial control. And it looks like they’re gonna get it.”
Needless to say, Meadow Mouse was taken aback. What were all of these strange things? Air conditioners? Cars? Trucks? Subsist on what??
And so, Owl explained. Wings out, he explained everything, while Meadow Mouse listened. The Constitution, the system of taxation wherein things are commonly double-taxed, all of it. Even, air conditioners. The sun began to slip toward the western horizon, and it glinted in Meadow Mouse’s eyes as the owl finished.
“Right. Okay. Got it,” Meadow Mouse replied.
“Now. Tell me about the Second Amendment.”
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