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The Giant River Rat that Saved a City
"There are Things that go Beyond Human Understanding. Some Things so Grand it can Stand right before our Eyes, and we See it not."
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A #WRITCO Tale
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RUN ... RIVER RAT ... RUN
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Look around you sometimes.
You may be surprised what you see.
Every once in a While, by the length of a Mile ... if you Smile just Right, in the Light by the meeting of Sunlight and Moonlight ... what a Sight you will Behold ... that I am Told.
Marmett ... the Grand River Rat-a-tat-tat.
She Blends with Amends to the Forest by the Chorus of Woodland Creatures and Features of Rocks and Trees and Leaves in the Breeze. Standing without Demanding, a wee bit shorter than the Jolly Green Giant, she ate like Paul Bunyan and could Run in the Sun like the Wind. To Witness her Flight of Fitness, Close not your Eyes, and your Prize will be Right around the next Bend.
Now you should know, Marmett the cutest Rat you ever Met, knew of an impending Doom. So she Hazard to Gnaw many a Log in the Fog with a Mog name Ying-Yong-Sing-Along and a Large Furry Dog named Floffer-Sahren-Getty, whose only Wish was to Run in the Sun too, and be Free. They, for Forty Days and Forty Nights Chewed and Spewed, Gnawed and Clawed, Gnashed and Gashed, Ate and Wait as the Twigs and Sticks did Fix a Bold and Beautiful Dam (bam-bam), so Wonderful, While the Mile Long Flood of Mud did Loom.
So when the Rains came, by the Gods above without Chains, the Grand Dam Reigned in the Taller Water and the Town Down in the Happy Valley Gained Salvation.
And All the Furry Creatures with Various Features did Hurry and Scurry to Praise Marmett with Raised Claws and Pause. The Men and Women too, though Awed with Markett's Clawed Paws, built her a Fine Shine for this Occasion.
You can Still see It, if there you do Get, at an Old Bookstore by Four on the very Dot, and the Precise Spot, in a Lot Down on Cherry Berry Lane in the Very Merry Plain of Ireland.
Talk to an Old Woman, who knew no Man, name Trudy Garland.
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THANK YOU FOR READING
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ALWAYS BELIEVE
💦 🦫
© I Am MichAel
🐀
A #WRITCO Tale
🌈
RUN ... RIVER RAT ... RUN
🏞️
Look around you sometimes.
You may be surprised what you see.
Every once in a While, by the length of a Mile ... if you Smile just Right, in the Light by the meeting of Sunlight and Moonlight ... what a Sight you will Behold ... that I am Told.
Marmett ... the Grand River Rat-a-tat-tat.
She Blends with Amends to the Forest by the Chorus of Woodland Creatures and Features of Rocks and Trees and Leaves in the Breeze. Standing without Demanding, a wee bit shorter than the Jolly Green Giant, she ate like Paul Bunyan and could Run in the Sun like the Wind. To Witness her Flight of Fitness, Close not your Eyes, and your Prize will be Right around the next Bend.
Now you should know, Marmett the cutest Rat you ever Met, knew of an impending Doom. So she Hazard to Gnaw many a Log in the Fog with a Mog name Ying-Yong-Sing-Along and a Large Furry Dog named Floffer-Sahren-Getty, whose only Wish was to Run in the Sun too, and be Free. They, for Forty Days and Forty Nights Chewed and Spewed, Gnawed and Clawed, Gnashed and Gashed, Ate and Wait as the Twigs and Sticks did Fix a Bold and Beautiful Dam (bam-bam), so Wonderful, While the Mile Long Flood of Mud did Loom.
So when the Rains came, by the Gods above without Chains, the Grand Dam Reigned in the Taller Water and the Town Down in the Happy Valley Gained Salvation.
And All the Furry Creatures with Various Features did Hurry and Scurry to Praise Marmett with Raised Claws and Pause. The Men and Women too, though Awed with Markett's Clawed Paws, built her a Fine Shine for this Occasion.
You can Still see It, if there you do Get, at an Old Bookstore by Four on the very Dot, and the Precise Spot, in a Lot Down on Cherry Berry Lane in the Very Merry Plain of Ireland.
Talk to an Old Woman, who knew no Man, name Trudy Garland.
🐀
THANK YOU FOR READING
🪵 🐕
ALWAYS BELIEVE
💦 🦫
© I Am MichAel
