Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Daisy Mae and Violet.(Short story). USA, LLC

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Through the centuries, there have been countless adaptations of Aesop's tales. Here's a modernized retelling of the Country Mouse and City Mouse (see pages 8-9). Enjoy!

Daisy Mae sat under a lilac bush one fine day munching a sunflower seed and playing "World of Cheesecraft" on her I-mouse laptop. "BLOOP" went the laptop, and Daisy Mae opened up her e-mail. It was a message from cousin Violet P. Mouse, who had moved to the city and lived in a fancy apartment.

"I'll be by this evening on my way back to the city," the message said. "I'll want a good dinner and a comfortable bed." It was signed, "VPM."

"Well," thought Daisy Mae, "I haven't seen Violet in a long while, but I'll make her feel welcome." So Daisy Mae put fresh pine needles on her bed, laid out her best walnut shell bowls, and prepared a fine feast of acorns, fresh berries, and cucumber juice soup.

When Violet arrived, she dashed into Daisy Mae's den, dropped her designer travel bag on the floor, looked at Daisy Mae's bed, looked at Daisy Mae's table, looked at the fine meal Daisy Mae had prepared, and said, "YUCK."

"Cousin," said Violet, "I had forgotten how poorly you live out here in the country. You must come with me IMMEDIATELY to the city, where I will show you how to live a more refined life."

"Well, okay, I guess," said Daisy Mae, who had never ventured outside the peaceful patch of woods in which she lived. She was content to keep up with the world outside by reading the "Woodland Times," delivered to her den each morning by a badger.

And so, the cousins set off immediately. The noise of the city made Daisy Mae's ears hurt, and the rush and crush of large, hurrying feet terrified her. When they finally arrived at the big, busy building where Violet lived, they dodged more feet and scampered into an elevator. As it rose, Daisy Mae cowered in a corner.

"I'm hungry," said Violet, "and dinner's on the table!" In a flash, she was scuttling up a fine linen tablecloth with Daisy Mae close behind. There on the table was an array of food stuffs Daisy Mae had never imagined.

"Oof, what's this?" she asked, sniffing at a slab of something that looked like cheese.

"LIMBURGER," said Violet. "It's good."

"What's this?" asked Daisy Mae, eyeing a bowl of green stuff.

"Guacamole dip," replied Violet. "It's really good."

"AWK, AWLK," squawked a voice. "INTRUDERS! ALL HANDS ON DECK!"

"What's THAT?" cried Daisy Mae.

"Just a parrot," said Violet. "Ignore him."

"ME OWWWWE RRRRR," said another voice.

"Just the cat," said Violet. "Ignore him."

But the huge gray cat leaped onto the table.

"RUN!" screamed Violet, dashing to the small hole in the baseboard where she lived. Daisy Mae scrambled close behind.

When Daisy Mae's little heart stopped pounding, she said, "Thank you for a nice visit, Violet, but I think I'd like to go home now."

And she did.

As you can see, although the details have changed, the moral has not: Better to live a modest, quiet life than a rich and scary one.

Source Citation
Morrow, Bob, and Paula Morrow. "Daisy Mae and Violet." Calliope Oct. 2009: 34+. General OneFile. Web. 29 Sept. 2010.
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