Wednesday, March 08, 2006

The Story of D, Vol 1....Once upon a time

Hi all!

Let’s take a break from the harsh reality of Life by expressly veering away from the previous topic. C has been reading up on everyone’s comments and I thank all for their contributions. She said she’d keep me updated, but sadly hor, I’m recently too busy for her and vice versa. I’d like to keep you guys updated on this issue too. It’d be nice to know the outcome of it all, no? Whether for good or worse, I can have closure on this issue.

So today! Today, I shall be slightly whimsical and sprout a tale. Have you ever had an idea in your head but you just couldn’t explain it out or say it out? That the very idea occurs as a set of pictures that can only be passed on as a story? Here’s one of these moments.




Once upon a time, there lived a dormouse on a little orchard farm. Everyday in the early dawn, he would creep out of his little burrow and pluck the wild wheat outside his home, and munched on these kernels, watching the lazy sun take a slow hike up the sky.

Come the spring, he’d climb up shrubs and eat the sweet flower petals before the bees drew the nectar away.

Come the summer, he’d climb up the berry bushes and harvest some berries before the robins pluck them from their stems.

Come the autumn, he’d wait for the acorns to fall heavily from the old acorn tree before he’d pick them for storage.

Come the winter, he’d make himself plump and full from the wheat, the flowers, berries and acorns. He would make soft beds of crinkly leaves and bird fluff that fell from the sky, then snuggled up and sleep through the cold heavy snow.



This is our dormouse’s life. In this life, before it changed, he had 2 emotions.



First was happiness, this happens when he spots the wheat, the flowers, the berries and the acorns for his daily meals. Second was fear, this happens when he spots the eagles twirling circles every morning when the lazy sun took a slow hike up the sky.



That was all. He may have felt happiness when the eagles fail to spot him or he may have felt fear when the acorns took longer than usual to fall from the old acorn tree, but he's never said.



The little dormouse only knew where to find food and how to build shelter from the cold and the eagles. That was all too. As long as there are wild wheat outside his burrow, flowers in spring, berries in summer and acorn in the autumn and a long cozy sleep through winter, he know not what or who he is. He didn't have to.



Then one morning, while he was watching the sun hiking, he noticed there were no eagles twirling. Just as he might have felt happiness over it, a net swooped onto him and scooped him up. Quick as a wink, he was bundled into a tinny cage that felt cold as ice against his fur. In that moment, he knew terror. It was white-hot and seared through his trembling body.


In the next few hours, many millions of things happened that had never happened to our dormouse before. He was banged this way and that, then bruised up and down in the swinging cage. He heard the revving of an engine, the clanging of van doors slammed shut, he felt speed although he was standing still and it continued for a while, bumping him along. He saw his first human, then a couple more, all dressed in white as the van stopped and the van door crashed open. He saw a building, all glass and concrete and angles. He saw white rooms in white rooms in white rooms as he was taken deep into the building. And most astonishing of all, when the cage stopped wobbling and the door slid open, he tumbled into a bigger cage filled with ……



Dormice!


Wow! He exclaimed, shocked beyond measure. The journey had been harrowing, and to take in the images of 50 other dormice was something our dormouse would never forget.


Not that our dormouse knew what he looked like. But he just saw many animals with no difference among themselves! For one, they were all white. For two, they all had pink eyes and pink snout and pink whiskers. For three, they all acted the same way! They crowded him out and started sniffing him all over.


The dormouse touched himself and looked himself all over too. For the first time, he saw that his fur was a nice cinnamon brown. For the first time, he found that he also had pink paws. He leaned forward and sniffed the nearest white dormouse and found for the first time, he smelt different! While the white ones smell no different from the white room, which smells like this river near his burrow that floated full of dead fish, he smelt of home.


He smelt of sunshine that chased the dark and hiked the sky. He smelt of the wild wheat outside his home, the flowers in spring, the berries in summer and the acorns that fell in autumn. He smelt of the bed of crinkly leaves and the fluff that he snuggled under every night.


I’m Me! He squeaked.


Our dormouse has found Self.



to be continued......

13 comments:

kachuaz said...

wah liew..chimmm lahh...

i found my life too..lolzz

Kaori said...

So abstract...

Does it mean we have to be different from the others to find outself? o_O

*tries reading between the lines*

Oh well.. will wait for the story to be continued. ^^

-- Kaori.

Acey Deucey said...

How unfortunate.

daniellekris said...

the evolution of the state of "consciousness", if it ever exists in beings other than Man.. heh ;p

Zhe Bin said...

Leaving his comfort zone and he actually found Self. And by leaving, it was unwittingly. Just like when we were young all we know was eat sleep and play! Hmm.

Eh and hor, this is so sad lah. I am borned in the year of Rat leh. Can you guys don't take rats to do tests? *sniff*

wally said...

...

you very the imaginative...

Jaschocolate said...

Find self by being captured... that sounded sad loh.. it always take something to happen before we discovered our true selves..

ah fatt's fan said...

How long more does this dormouse have to wait before ending up on the lab table? Animal testing is evil.....

The irony of life. When you thought you are finally in a better environment, you are in fact in greater sh*t.

By the way, you forgot to put the disclaimer that "No dormouse was hurt in the event of writing this article. Any similiarity to any dormouse, dead or alive, is purely conincidental."

Ensui said...

fwah. your story so deep sia. at first i thought you were giving a story on animal cruelty. then the last line of 'our dormouse has found self' totally threw me off.

hhmm... taking the dormouse as oneself, does that mean the initial terror and fear of new things gets replaced by a sense of contentment and a purpose in life?

in any case, hope you would shed some light on this story. :)

mihuatang said...

we always think "the grass is greener on the other side". other ppl job is better, wife prettier, car bigger, house nicer etc etc.

sometimes we just got to be contended (自足).

we can all be materially well off. but are we at peace with ourself? are we mentally, spiritually enriched?

try not to envy others, just live within yr means. there is a price to pay for everything!

A Simple Man said...

yawn.

Ang Ku Kueh said...

kachuaz:

actually i think we all did. :)

kaori:

oh, no need to worry about reading the lines lah. very simple one, just tune in lor. very busy now,sorry for late reply.

acey:

no worries, it's got a happy ending in the end.

danielle:

wah....ayay...that's pretty close to what I'm getting at leh! no worries, i'll put up part 2, when i got time.:)

zhebin:

wah lau...don't like that lah. i never say this story for animal testing siah, no worries. in anycase, if the testing is not for medical benefit, i'm against it, but you cant change the opinion of the world, who'd rather an animal take all the punishment before man enjoys it.

wally:

it's just a story...why so surprised? the original backgrd behind it isn't a new concept, hehehe...:)

choccolove:

how right you are. we almost always discover impt things when its always too late.

ah fatt's fan:

i assure you no mice has been abused in the making of this story...:)

ensui:

hmmm...the idea is easy, that we are always unknowing of our state of contentment till something happens. it's like a world made up of only males. they wouldn't know they are males unless there is the existence of females, right?


mht:

er.....this story isn't about envy. In any case, I'm very happy with my life right now. just don't dare to say it out loud just in case....*touch wood*

simple man:

don't like, don't read lah. >P

Zhe Bin said...

Hahaha the rat thing is totally unrelated to your post at all. I'm just too emo.. BOOHOO!! Save the rats!! =..(