“Who’s stupid idea was it to invite an elephant to our house for dinner?” mouse one asked.
“It’s really cold and snowy outside,” mouse two piped up. “I felt bad for the big guy and I thought he might like to come over, warm up around our fire, and enjoy a nice hot meal.”
“Are you daft?” mouse three asked. “How did you think that big galoot could possibly fit into our little house?”
“I think our home is quite roomy,” mouse two responded defensively.
“It is, if you’re a mouse,” mouse four said. “But not if you’re an elephant!”
“And even if, by some miracle, that elephant could fit into our house,” mouse five said, “what would we feed him? A few pieces of cheese? I’m sure he’d find the taste of a dozen plump mice much more to his liking.”
“Oh crap,” mouse one said. “That stupid elephant is trying to push his way into our house.”
“Yes,” said mouse three, “And now that big galoot is using his trunk to push our home right out of the tree. And with that, the house went crashing to the ground.
“Next time,” mouse one said to mouse two, “just remember that size matters.”
I’m late, I’m late for a very important date. That date, according to February’s Speculative Fiction Prompt from Diana, at Myths of the Mirror, was February 21st. But, as I always sometimes say, better late than never. And, after all, it’s still February, right? Photo credit: Marianne Sopala@Pixabay.com.