| 12345678910111213141516171819202122232425262728293031323334353637383940414243444546474849505152535455565758 | There was a family of five mice-children that lived in an opera-house in Milan. Their fatherhad been eaten, not by a cat, as one might expect of mice, but by several fish whohad set an elaborate trap involving no less than four decoy eels and an intricatepulley system.The father had been in an open relationship with several female mice, each of whomwas seeing several other male mice, and so several of them lived with the familysimultaneously; the children never knew whether the next day would find one subsetof their "mothers" and "fathers" replaced by another set. However, one ofthem—a beautiful mouse with mottled brown-and-black fur—was alwaysthere for them, being the biological mother of two of them and highly attachedto the other three. For the purposes of this story, I will call her Suzie, which isa reasonably accurate translation of her name from the original Milanese Mousedialect, inasmuch as any collection of squeaks can be translated into a human languageat all.One day, she and the five children, along with her two boyfriends, snuck into theopera house, where a performance of _Il dissoluto punito, ossia il Don Giovanni_ wasbeing prepared for that weekend. Excited for the opera, Suzie insisted that the boredchildren stay there to keep her seat for when she got back from getting refreshmentsfor the performance from the corner mouse store. The children sat expectantly fora time, and then became bored and wandered around the upper boxes, looking for agood vantage point for a mouse wishing to watch an opera.It was not long until they found a box which was occupied by a Milanese inventorcalled Massimo della Piscina Pubblica. He was performing the finishing touches ona mannequin he had created so as to give the illusion that he had a date for theopera, whereas in fact he was remarkably unattractive to women because of his completeand utter lack of a nose. (He never considered that he could instead invent a nosefor himself; and if he had, he probably would have made it poorly, as he got zeroeson most of the tests at _L'academie des inventeurs_ in Paris and slept through a lotof classes. His nose would have actually been hilarious, though, so it is a pity thathe did not think of it.)The mice thought quickly and dove into the mannuequin, and began operating itindependently. He was shocked to see his date come to life, and began to dream thathe was Giapetto, and the mannuequin was his own hypersexualized Pinnochio. The micebegan to make the mannuequin smile, and operated the voicebox through strings andpulleys."What is wrong with you?" they asked. Massimo della Piscina Pubblica was shocked, butalso confused, because he did not speak English. So they repeated, "Qual è il tuoproblema?" He stammered, and stuttered, and the mice laughed in a mousey way insideof the body, and the people who were filing into the opera began to stare at thefamous inventor and his oddly beautiful and yet somehow strange date."Cosà?" he asked, trying to understand what had happened to his mannequin. If he hadnostrils, they may very well have flared; we can only guess.The mice never dignified him with a response, they left the box and found theirmother who was sneaking in a box of mouse popcorn and some mouse sodas; they pickedher up and began living in the basement of the opera-house, where they could listento the music without having to look at the atrocious makeup that some of thesesingers had on.Occasionally they'd go upstairs in their human-suit and give Massimo the finger. Hewould try to thumb his nose at them and fail, and subsequently be laughed out ofthe opera house. Kind of sad, really.
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