February’s Speculative Fiction Prompt

Diana has given us this fantastic Pixabay image by Marianne Sopala this month.
You can check out her February challenge here

Of  Mice and Elephants

“Oh come on”, he said. “Don’t be silly. I’m not going to hurt you.”
‘It’s the other way round you great buffoon! You’re supposed to be afraid of us!’
“Why?  And I’m an elephant, not a buffoon. Buffoons have big teeth and red bottoms…”
‘That’s baboons you idiot’.
“Oh. Well, either way, I’m not going to hurt you. It looks like you could do with some help there. Let me give you a little push and a lift.”
‘We don’t want a push or a lift thank you very much! ‘
“But your house isn’t very safe where it is. I can lift you onto my back with my trunk and carry you to a better place.”
‘Oh yeah? And where might that be?’
“My herd isn’t far away and they take shelter in a forest that is so dense, the snow can’t penetrate. You’ll be warm and safe, I promise.”
There was a squealing conflab as every mouse had their say.
‘OK. Thank you. We’ll just pile indoors and make sure everything’s secure, then give you the nod to lift us out of the tree and on to your back.’
“Hurry up then, my toes are getting cold”.

It was an odd sight seeing an elephant with a little house on its back walking towards a herd of other elephants just approaching the outskirts of some woods.
“Not far now.”
Two of the mice poked their heads out of the window just as one of the larger elephants looked in their direction.
MICE! came the bellow and a stampede followed.
A few minutes later the head mouse said
‘Well that was a good idea………… not. Now look at us, stuck in a tree with an elephant.’


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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38 Responses to February’s Speculative Fiction Prompt

  1. Ha ha ha. I forgot about the whole “elephants afraid of mice” thing. Nice. The mice with an attitude made me laugh. Thanks so much for being the first story up!

  2. Reblogged this on Myths of the Mirror and commented:
    First in and a lot of fun. 🙂 Enjoy!

  3. mylilplace says:

    Hahaha… so imaginative and funny…love it!

  4. joyroses13 says:

    Awh! Its Horton the elephant 🙂

  5. Terrific! Such a cute little story… Well done. 🙂

  6. Hélène - Willow Poetry says:

    Clever story, love it.

  7. TanGental says:

    Excellent micely done..

  8. Anneberly says:

    Ha, ha! I loved the ending. That was a cute story.

  9. Sadje says:

    A brilliant story. Thanks for the smiles. 😃😂

  10. So cute! I feel like thete’s a moral in this fairy-tale… probably “it’s ok to say no!”

  11. rijanjks says:

    What a cute story! I love it!! And I love the title you gave it. 🙂

  12. Haha, I guess we can’t teach the old dog a new trick. So much for that elephant wanted to help. Great story!!

  13. Jackie says:

    Loved the word play with baboons and buffoons!

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