Once upon a time there was a meadow mouse.
The mouse loved running in his field, wrapping in the gentle leaves,
sleeping between the greenery and generally think of the life as a meadow
mouse. But above all, the meadow mouse loved looking at the sky,
morning, noon and night he was staring the skies, imagining how he flies
between the pallid clouds, high above the world.
One day met the mouse an old, gypsy witch. “You are not happy. What do
you lack?” asked the witch.
“I want to fly” answered the mouse “and than I will be happy”.
“So,” replied the gypsy “2 things must happen. First – you must leave the
earth. Leave the earth – and fly!” she was about to disappear in a smoky
“And what is the second thing?” the mouse called.
“The second thing is faith. You have nothing to worry about faith – it will
come by itself” said, and gone. Since that day, the mouse spent his time
trying to leave the earth. He tried day after day, until on day he felt his
legs detach the ground – and he flew.
Once upon a time there was a sky mouse.
The mouse loved flying in the heavens, wrapping in the soft touch of the
clouds, sleeping between the stars and generally think of the life as a sky
mouse. There wasn't happier than the sky mouse, and from time to time
he even looked down to check on his old field. One day thought the mouse
“I wonder how I can fly, surely I got my faith… faith? How can I be flying,
and I am a mouse!” suddenly felt the mouse a feeling he didn't feel for a
long time – some power pulling him down. The sky mouse lost his grip in
the cloud, and began falling…
Once upon a time there was a mouse.