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Outside Of The Box

 
I opened my eyes to find myself in a small dark room, confined with the other members of my family in an enclosure with walls much higher than my head.  Although I couldn't see beyond them, I felt safe because my mom was there keeping us clean and fed, and warm. 
 
A couple times a day giant monsters would come and scoop us up one by one and talk to us in a strange language, and although they never hurt me I knew they could easily devour me if they wanted. 
 
We grew quickly and one by one my brothers and sisters scaled the prison walls to find out what existed on the outside, but I wasn't so sure; I knew that those monsters lurked somewhere out there, along with bright lights, loud sounds and strange smells. 
 
This is it though, today I'm going to conquer my fears and climb over that brown wall; I'm tired of  being left behind... here I go, wish  me luck!
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I'm linking up with Lillie McFerrin's Five Sentence Fiction
where the writing prompt this week is "conquer"
 

14 comments:

  1. This reminded me of my Grizelda & the petsitter "fear" story! It is fun to try to imagine what they must think of the world.

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    1. When you think of our comparable sizes, McGuffy Ann, where even our hands are much bigger then them at first, and we tower high over their heads, their level of trust and devotion amazes me. Gracie was the scaredy cat in our litter, the last to leave the box and explore the big world outside :-)

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    2. All the bottle feeding I have done, there has never been an issue with trust or fear. I am Mom, and my hands are their security. I guess I am a good Momcat/BunnyCat because my babes have been fearless with the world. (Even Grizelda is, except with other people.) It is my purpose; I have to have some worth!

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    3. You have far more worth than you realize, McGuffy Ann, and not just to the many critters you have rescued and saved! You are right though, if you are the first hands that hold, comfort and feed a baby of any kind, you become "Mom" to them, and they trust you. I have loved watching little Gracie grow bolder as she's gotten older, she was the runt of the litter and so very timid at first.

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  2. That was adorable! I imagine this is exactly how they feel too. Poor little babies.

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    1. Thanks, Elsie, I know it is how I would feel if I was their size! We must seem like giants to them, but gentle giants! :-)

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    1. Thank you, I decided to take the prompt in a softer direction that some of my usual fare. :-)

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  4. Very sweet story! never thought about their perspective!

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    1. Thank you, Lena! I love how their little personalities are so similar to our own, each with their own amount of bravery and independence, some are always born leaders and some are followers, but eventually they all find their way!

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  5. Kittens in a box...from their perspective...well done.

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    1. Thanks Gail, it was a fun story to write. I love trying out new ways of looking at ordinary things! :-)

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