Here’s something random I just wrote for fun. A mouse named Cecil dreamt of flying every single night. His whiskers whisking through the clouds, horizons clear and bright Yet earthy was the world he knew, all dirt and mud and dank. And shallow were the aims of those who all around him sank.
Thank you, Winston! It’s a bit challenging for me to write a story in rhyme but I’m going to give it a shot.
I like it! Nicely done!!
What a light-hearted and fun story. Can’t wait to see where this goes!!