Like a baby learning to feed himself, learning anything new requires practice, practice, and more practice. Then suddenly the miracle happens. What an oxymoron…
Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it’s mousy humor, a ratty tale, and a rodent’s discontent.
Of Mice and Babies
I cursed the mouse at first. It moved left instead of right; up, instead of down.
Then it disappeared entirely.
“Ridiculous,” I cried.
“It’s there,'” the instructor nudged. “Find it.”
I ran the mouse in circles; then, slammed it up-and-down hoping to kill it.
“Randy, breaking it won’t help.” Yes, it will, I silently scoffed.
Doomed as mouse dyslexic, pointer deficient, and spatially (spastically) impaired, I needed physical therapy and intense meds.
Then, miraculously, it worked.
Like a baby learning to eat, spoonfuls of food finally wound up in my mouth rather than on my cheeks, hair, and on the floor beside my highchair.