The Rare BirdMince
A Mince's (Tail) Tale
A long, long time ago there lived a large population of mince in Miami. There were many, many mince. You could drive for miles and see millions of mince. Now, mince were little mice-like creatures but with even longer tails, and they were much, much smarter than mice.
In the fields surrounding their homes were many cows munching on grass and mooing. No one knew why but the sight and sound of that munching and mooing made the mince feel marvelous. They looked forward to hearing it every afternoon when they came home from work. They even broadcast it on T.V. and radio so mince everywhere could see and hear it.
Among these mince were some very small mince. Small even by mince standards. Midget mince-Methany, her sister Melissa and her cousin Mella, Moah and Maura. One day they were playing in the backyard listening to the mooing and munching and then suddenly, there was just silence. They scampered over to the hedges in their yard and crawled behind to the fence just in time to see an old, angry mince tying up the mouths of the cows so they couldn't munch or moo! It was the meddlesome matron Mrs. Mackson. When she forgot to take her medicine she was merciless and made everyone melancholy and miserable. There was no merrymaking in her house. After Mrs. Mackson went back in her house Methany said, "We can't let her get away with this." The others agreed. Something had to be done. Methany said that she would go over and free the cows so they could start munching and mooing again. She also said she was going to make "mincemeat" out of Mrs. Mackson. Melissa, Mella and Moah were mesmerized. No one ever said the word "mincemeat". It was the "m" word. No one knew why. You just didn't say it. Methany said she was sorry and it wouldn't happen again. But, how to get over the fence? The gate was locked from the other side. Melissa and Mella said that they could help. Methany could climb on them just like steps. Melissa was the bottom step because she was smalla. Then Mella because she was talla. And Moah, we should mention, was the lookout and kept an eye on Maura. Up and over Methany went. She freed the cows, un-locked the gate and ran back. The cows could now meander through the meadow.
Their Aunt Mallie-beth saw everything from the window of their mansion and was very proud. She ran out and hugged them. Then she called her two brothers Mick and Mathew and Mat's wife Matty. Mallie-beth said millions of mince would have been mortified if that malicious and malevolent matriarch had gotten away with this. Everyone said that Methany should write a report and send it to M.t.v.. She agreed because she wanted to be a reporter when she grew up. She sent them a masterpiece of a memo and told them everything. Especially how Melissa, Mella, and Moah had all helped her. The memo got there just in time for the evening moo's. The mellifluous, melodious sweet melody of munching and MOOing could be heard once more.
The magistrate of all the mince decided that because of the magnitude of what the midget mince had done they would build a monument to them. They were so magnanimous they even forgave Mrs. Mackson if she promised to take her medicine. The monument was majestic and just one more manifestation of the magnificence of mince. And all the mince were mellow forever more.
A long, long time ago there lived a large population of mince in Miami. There were many, many mince. You could drive for miles and see millions of mince. Now, mince were little mice-like creatures but with even longer tails, and they were much, much smarter than mice.
In the fields surrounding their homes were many cows munching on grass and mooing. No one knew why but the sight and sound of that munching and mooing made the mince feel marvelous. They looked forward to hearing it every afternoon when they came home from work. They even broadcast it on T.V. and radio so mince everywhere could see and hear it.
Among these mince were some very small mince. Small even by mince standards. Midget mince-Methany, her sister Melissa and her cousin Mella, Moah and Maura. One day they were playing in the backyard listening to the mooing and munching and then suddenly, there was just silence. They scampered over to the hedges in their yard and crawled behind to the fence just in time to see an old, angry mince tying up the mouths of the cows so they couldn't munch or moo! It was the meddlesome matron Mrs. Mackson. When she forgot to take her medicine she was merciless and made everyone melancholy and miserable. There was no merrymaking in her house. After Mrs. Mackson went back in her house Methany said, "We can't let her get away with this." The others agreed. Something had to be done. Methany said that she would go over and free the cows so they could start munching and mooing again. She also said she was going to make "mincemeat" out of Mrs. Mackson. Melissa, Mella and Moah were mesmerized. No one ever said the word "mincemeat". It was the "m" word. No one knew why. You just didn't say it. Methany said she was sorry and it wouldn't happen again. But, how to get over the fence? The gate was locked from the other side. Melissa and Mella said that they could help. Methany could climb on them just like steps. Melissa was the bottom step because she was smalla. Then Mella because she was talla. And Moah, we should mention, was the lookout and kept an eye on Maura. Up and over Methany went. She freed the cows, un-locked the gate and ran back. The cows could now meander through the meadow.
Their Aunt Mallie-beth saw everything from the window of their mansion and was very proud. She ran out and hugged them. Then she called her two brothers Mick and Mathew and Mat's wife Matty. Mallie-beth said millions of mince would have been mortified if that malicious and malevolent matriarch had gotten away with this. Everyone said that Methany should write a report and send it to M.t.v.. She agreed because she wanted to be a reporter when she grew up. She sent them a masterpiece of a memo and told them everything. Especially how Melissa, Mella, and Moah had all helped her. The memo got there just in time for the evening moo's. The mellifluous, melodious sweet melody of munching and MOOing could be heard once more.
The magistrate of all the mince decided that because of the magnitude of what the midget mince had done they would build a monument to them. They were so magnanimous they even forgave Mrs. Mackson if she promised to take her medicine. The monument was majestic and just one more manifestation of the magnificence of mince. And all the mince were mellow forever more.