String Theory
By Benjamin F Elliott
Jack the kitten wobbled along the floor, visiting his empire.
He could see the red ball that he ruled on Mondays after playtime.
He could see the chair and table legs that he could run around.
He could see the carpet that he could use as a scratching post.
Well, he could scratch the carpet as long as Mommy and the Humans did not see him.
Then Jack saw something new!
A piece of string was floating in air just above the ground!
Jack was amazed.
Jack had never seen string in person before.
String was more beautiful than Mommy had described.
Jack could see the beautiful texture on the string.
The string was orange, just like Jack.
Jack did not care how the string was floating.
Jack wanted the string.
Jack was a few weeks old and just two mice tall.
The string ended far over his head.
Jack stretched his head.
Jack’s head did not reach the string.
Jack jumped at the string.
Jack could not jump high enough to reach the string.
Jack decided to get on his hind legs for the first time so he could reach the string.
Jack tried the first time.
Jack slipped to the right.
Jack tried a second time.
Jack slipped to the left.
Jack tried a third time.
Jack did it!
Jack was sitting up!
Now the string was just almost in reach of his teeth.
Jack made a few practice neck stretches.
Finally, Jack reached up and closed his mouth around the string.
Jack had the string in his mouth!
Jack was the mighty hunter.
Jack got back on his four legs.
Jack proudly marched backwards and forwards holding his string.
Jack had more control over his legs than he remembered.
Jack noticed that the string was getting longer and looser.
Jack almost tripped a few times over the growing amount of string on the floor.
The sky was getting darker.
The light from above was fading.
In place of the light was a floating ocean of string.
The string was held together by a sleeve of paper.
Jack was excited to see all this string.
Jack saw that it stretched off the table high in the sky.
It came down and down.
It was Jack’s string!
All of this string was Jack’s.
Jack looked amused as the ocean of string fell off the table and came towards him.
All of Jack’s dreams had come true.
Jack had more string than he could possibly imagine.
Jack got ready to play with the string.
Jack cleaned his fur.
Just before Jack could play, Jack felt himself being pulled into the air.
Mommy had picked Jack up by the scruff of his neck.
Mommy was taking Jack away from his string.
Jack wanted to resist.
Jack wanted his string.
Mommy put Jack down in the basket with his five brothers and sisters.
Mommy purred that it was naptime.
Jack started to meow a protest.
“I’m not tired, mom … zzzzzzzzz”
Jack is sleeping right now.
Jack is dreaming about more adventures with the string.
THE END
Copyright 2011 – One Man From Manassas productions