Subject: Chvonn, An Urban Mouse
Posted by: UmberWunFayun
Date: Jul 26 18
What an amazing, sweet, charming little book I've just finished reading, about the world from a young mouse's point of view, told in a collection of tales to his rodent friends and family. It has inspired me to start this blog, where people can tell their own stories of things that made them see the world in a different way. Any story is good - sad, funny, inspirational, exciting, traumatic, cute, weird - whatever you think will interest others.
Open to all, but please tread lightly on each other's bared souls.
Posted by: UmberWunFayun
Date: Jul 26 18
What an amazing, sweet, charming little book I've just finished reading, about the world from a young mouse's point of view, told in a collection of tales to his rodent friends and family. It has inspired me to start this blog, where people can tell their own stories of things that made them see the world in a different way. Any story is good - sad, funny, inspirational, exciting, traumatic, cute, weird - whatever you think will interest others.
Open to all, but please tread lightly on each other's bared souls.
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UmberWunFayun 
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Reply #1. Jul 26 18, 2:30 PM |
terraorca
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Reminds me of Fievel Mousekewitz from "An American Tail." Reply #2. Jul 26 18, 2:32 PM |
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Reply #3. Jul 26 18, 3:01 PM |
Jazmee27
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Excellent story, Jo. I'm glad that cow was amenable to helping :-) One time, my friend and I (more like acquaintances) were at a campfire. At the end, she got up to take me back to my cabin. Now, I must note here, both of us were totally blind. That whole "blind leading the blind" thing. Well, she fell into the fire pit (cooled down and unlit). Guess I did, too, but I don't really remember. Just one of the many things that happened at that particular camp over the years. Reply #4. Jul 26 18, 5:31 PM |
mpkitty
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Jo and Jazmee, I loved your stories, great idea for a blog! Reply #5. Jul 26 18, 7:20 PM |
scorpion1960
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Last August my husband and I were helping my sister and her husband evacuate their home because of the rain from hurricane Harvey. We all knew that that their home was going to flood some, but they had insurance and would just remodel after the water went down. We get ourselves back to our home and our neighborhood seems to be fine. We all kept checking the front and back of the house to keep an eye out. As we were watching television I got up to go to the kitchen and flood waters were under the carpets. The carpet was floating so we did not notice that my house was filling with flood water until it was too late. We managed to save our cars and that was it. We got them across the street to a neighbors property with a small hill. This neighbor let us stay with her while it rained. A total of 61 inches fell before all was said and done. We were stranded for five days in our neighbors house. No electricity and no water to drink or bathe. My sisters son used a canoe to bring us water and food. It was hot, miserable, and cramped in that house....but we were thankful. After five days the water had receded and we got to see the full damage to my house. After five days of sitting in 3.5 feet of water my house was disgusting. Everything was ruined and the smell was overpowering. Two of my beloved cats drowned. My sisters house sustained 10 feet of water. For her and her husband everything was gone. Her community of 548 homes were all flooded. To this day there are still homes out there that have never been opened. You can see the mold and mildew growing in the windows. Anyway, none of us ever thought we would be one of those people you see on the news after a disaster. We both cried for a very long time. We lost so much, but we also survived. With help from some very special people we were able to start over. We found another home and used a chunk of our retirement to pay for it. We are all slowly returning to normal....a new normal. There is now more happy days than sad. I also amazed myself by not returning to cigarettes during this crisis :) We are good now. Reply #6. Jul 27 18, 12:00 AM |
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Good story Vanessa - one rarely gets to read a first person account about a disaster I'm glad all is well now, and that you quit smoking! Reply #7. Jul 27 18, 4:25 AM |
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Wonderful story, Vanessa... and poor kitties :-( Glad you were able to stay away from that, and glad you were able to move on. When I was in hospital this last time (for a total hysterectomy), and rehab after, nurses and therapy staff would ask me sometimes, "were you here before?" Answer: why yes, I was, 11 years ago, after I broke my leg. I had been in class (child development) and got up to leave with everyone else. All of a sudden, one leg (the left) locks up, and the other couldn't support all of me. I had a quad cane in one hand and a folding cane in the other. Well, down I went. I am, unfortunately, no stranger to falls; peripheral neuropathy (doctors call it my "abnormality," but can't say *why* it's there: whole laundry list of what I don't have... but back to the story). I didn't even realize how bad it was until I went to get up (I'm used to just powering through, and it really embarrasses me when I fall) and couldn't get up. So, anyhow, had the bus take me to hospital, phoned my mother on the way, and got it x-rayed: spiral tibia fracture (explains why my ankle sank when I "forgot" the severity of that accident and went to get up to use the restroom, only to have my ankle "sink"). The people in the hospital wanted to send me home with crutches (totally blind here, again) because "she can't stay here" (amazing how nobody wanted to explain the insurance wouldn't pay for me to stay before surgery). The bone surgeon Mom chose for me made explanations, and suggested how I could move around in a two-story home like that until his own equipment came in. Week later, had my surgery (rod and pinning, rod is titanium). "That leg can't break again" is what he told me (hurts if fallen on). The knee is messed up to this day (they opened up the right knee to go in). I'm grateful I can still use both legs, and that that's behind me (however, I'm undergoing another round of visiting nurses andd therapy people due to recent surgery). No pain, except there was discomfort the other day due to localized irritation with one of the incisions. Reply #8. Jul 27 18, 4:50 AM |
sectant
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These are extraordinary stories. It reminds me of the time I was walking home from school when I was eleven and an unfortunate incident almost happened... A man pulled up alongside me and asked me if I wanted a ride home. I said 'no thank you' and continued walking. But the man followed me and pulled up again. "I insist you let me take you home!", he said, almost menacingly. Again I said 'no thank you' and kept on walking. He tried again. "I'll give you five dollars if you let me take you home." Well, I realised he would just keep on persisting so I told him flat out: "Dad, I don't want any of my friends seeing me get a ride home on that forklift. Stop trying to embarass me!" To this day, I still don't know where my dad got that forklift from. It wasn't from work, he was an accountant. Reply #9. Jul 28 18, 5:56 PM |
| mpkitty
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That's funny, and a better ending than expected! Reply #10. Jul 28 18, 6:23 PM |
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Sectant, are you playing with us again? Reply #11. Jul 28 18, 6:27 PM |
| sectant
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I can't remember playing with you before. And please don't send threatening private messages again, it makes me pity you. Reply #12. Jul 28 18, 8:38 PM |
| UmberWunFayun
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Reply #13. Jul 29 18, 12:14 AM |
| terraorca
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I guess that depends on your definition of 'playing.' Reply #14. Jul 29 18, 12:20 AM |
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Reply #15. Jul 29 18, 1:35 AM |
samak
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Nice one sectant - humour with an edge. Reply #16. Jul 29 18, 1:42 AM |
Blackdresss
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I, too, had a lot of time on my hands recently, and coincidentally, read the book about Chvonn, An Urban Mouse. This really shouldn't surprise me as Jo and I believe we are twins, separated at birth. We even speak our own "twin language" that is only known by us, several dogs, a few cats, one really angry mountain lion, and one cow. But that's how language, and twins, work. When I was 10 years old, my ranching family had heard about this brave and daring cow of derring do, living on a farm somewhere in the UK. My Father decided we simply had to have her as our own, so he contacted the local press (word travels fast, but not as fast as that cow!) to find the amenable cow that had been awarded the PDSA Dicken Medal of Bravery. Since this is generally only given out to military animals, and because my Dad was a Colonel, he had to have this Privately Admirable General Cow! Transportation was arranged, and when she arrived, there were more photographs, this time with ME sitting on top of this magnificent animal! She was so beautiful and brave and generous with her time and her milk, we decided to name her Major Major. Also, while my Dad absolutely had to have this cow, he refused to be upstaged by her. It's a guy thing, I guess. Everyone came from near and far, far and wide, to bring their kids to visit Major Major, get a taste of that milk, and pose for photos, sitting on her back while chewing her cud. The cow, not the kids. We charged $2.00 for the price of admission -- I mean, come on, we had to pay for her transportation, after all. Ranches don't run or pay for themselves. Did I mention how quickly news travels? Even before cell phones, Jo's family had soon learned of the American family who had purchased that beloved cow, and photos were seen, which is when it was discovered, at least by Jo and I, that there was a striking resemblance. Even my brother, two sisters and my Father exclaimed, "Oh, what? Look how much our Elle and their Jo look EXACTLY like that cow!" And that, Dear Reader, is the way one cow and two little girls were reunited, at least briefly, for photos. And it felt so good. Reply #17. Jul 29 18, 4:47 AM |
| Jazmee27
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Wow, sectant, that's kind of creepy. But kinda funny, too. Yeah, much better ending than expected. Elle, that's an amazing story. Reply #18. Jul 29 18, 5:17 AM |
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I remember reading in an edition of Grazier Gazette about your excellent adventure with Major Major, Elle. Is it true your father Joseph had to catch 22 planes to fly to the U.K. due to all sorts of problems both technical and tactical? I'm relying on memory here, it's been a while since I read that article in that long defunct newspaper, it could have been only 2 planes. In any case it's a Heller va story. Reply #19. Jul 29 18, 9:49 AM |
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And that name, Major Major, hard to forget. Reply #20. Jul 29 18, 10:16 AM |
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