Rory’s Story Cubes Story II
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Some people say that sheep have special powers. How else can an animal live with so little excitement in their lives. Really think about it. What does a sheep do? Eat, sleep, and make a little noise. That’s it. Sheep have to be special. The exceptional dullness that occupies sheep’s daily lives allows them to focus all of their conscious thought upon breaking dimensional barriers. When they look like they are just grazing to you and I, they are in reality spending their vast intellect and abilities breaking into other dimensions with their thoughts alone.

Shane was one of those sheep. He was renown among all sheep as one of the greats. He know the secrets of the universe. He knew it wasn’t a full moon that was special. It was a waning gibbous that affected the Earth the greatest. He knew that it wasn’t the North or South Poles that were ley lines, it wasn’t even the equator or the Prime Meridian. It was a spot. Just a blip on the map in North Carolina. Not near in a city, but in a small suburban town. Shane belonged to a family called the Bilkens who just happened to own the property this blip fell on. And it was grazing on that spot on a daily basis that made Shane so special.

This story is not about Shane though. Sadly he died recently when a neighborhood boy threw a flashlight in a fit of rage that just happened to hit Shane in the leg causing a major fracture. This in turn got infected and he died a horrible death over the course of a few weeks. He passed away at four am on a Tuesday. The Bilkens were quite sad (especially the children, they knew with Shane gone they would have mow the lawn a lot more often).

If it makes you feel better about Shane’s death you can take solace in that a rainbow appears on that exact blip where he grazed every year on the anniversary of his death.

And the neighborhood boy that accidentally killed him?

He died years later while working at a flashlight factory when a friend jokingly slapped him on the back causing him to choke on his gum. The Scales of Justice are fair after all. It just takes time for them to even out.

This story however is about Smitty. He was a mouse. And like most mice he had wanderlust. He never could find a place to call home. This here…. Its the story of how Smitty found a home.

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I realize this more of the start of a story and not a whole story. But I’m very much ok with that.