The day began like every other. Mouse woke, and left the nest to forage for food. There was activity in the grassy field this day, so he stayed close to the great blue wall that rose up from the ground to the sky. Mouse knew to avoid the large noisy twoleg creatures that sometimes came and dug in the fields. They didn’t seem to hunt or eat mice, but they were so big that one couldn’t help but be fearful.
As Mouse moved quietly along the base of the blue wall, he found something new, something he had never seen before. At the spot where the blue wall became a white wall, there was an opening, a portal, a way through. It was just a crack, as though the white wall and blue wall had parted slightly. It was just big enough for Mouse to squeeze through.
Cautiously, he approached the opening. He sniffed the air. Food! There was food inside. Suddenly his mind was filled with stories and legends from his youth. Shangri-la, mouse paradise. A land where it was always warm, never rainy, yet fresh water and wonderful food were always there for the taking. The legends said that once every few generations, one brave or lucky mouse had found the mythical shangri-la, and lived there in paradise for the rest of his days. Those who found it were always too happy to return, they couldn’t bring themselves to leave such a wonderful place.
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