Eric sat up in the smother of hay and looked at the two other mice whose faces had emerged from behind a pile of damp fiber. “I told you he would wake this day,” said the one to the right. “I cast stones and they said it would be today.”
“Oh shut up,” said the one to the left. “What do you know about stone casting.”
“Ha, more than you.”
Slowly the both emerged from the shadows. “You’ve been asleep a long time,” they both said almost in unison. “Mind if I touch you,” the one of the right said and extended a paw.
“Who are you and where I am I,” Eric said pulling back as he realized that both of these field mice were much larger than he, almost like rats.
“Ah, you don’t need to worry yourself about who we are but as far as where you are well, that is another matter.”
“And the time. The time and day of the year is important.”
“Fine,” Eric said angrily. “Where am I. Isn’t this Farmer Gragers’ farm?”
“Yes, but another time and day and you’ve travelled here. You would think you have come forward a hundred years but in reality you slid sideways. We tell every arrival that they have gained a hundred years. It is just easier that way.”
“How so? Well, when are able to you will see and find you are different.”
“Yes,” the one on the right said excitedly.
“Can I tell him where he is?” The two looked at each other and then said, “Outside, just down the road is the town of Llandia. Do you know it?” 1/13/17 Copyright Gordon Kuhn Unedited Text.
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