Field Mice may not pick up the sword but they pick up something as important. There’s something even more challenging about gathering ingredients, a patience required to transform them into something new. To make bread is to perform magic.
Whatever creature made it from rock, chisel, and hammer. It was born. Eyes glowing red, eerily against the lush green of the forest.
Riding through this storm was going to be a story I told for the rest of my life. Thick clouds so dark I couldn’t see what was right in front of me, so thick and fluffy I wondered at times if I still was on my trusty steed or had fallen.
No one hamster feels the same as any other hamster, and that’s one of the most beautiful things about this life. While some of us are tired, others are amped and ready to go.









