7/5/2023 0 Comments A True Home by Kallie GeorgeSo it was either to the left or straight ahead. She knew because she had once tried to live there. To the right was a farm, but it was very far, and it had a cat. Her paws sank into the wet ground with every step. Instantly, Mona was soaked-from nose to tail. Rain beat down on the trees of Fernwood Forest, which were just beginning to turn the colors of fall. Time to move again, she thought with a heavy sigh as, holding the handle tightly, she waded out of the stump and into the storm. It was made from a small walnut shell and had a tiny heart carved on the front. The suitcase was all she had left of her family. She watched, perched on a root in the corner, shivering and scared, as the water rushed in, swirling around her bed made of moss, lapping at her table, threatening to wash away her suitcase. Why had no other animal claimed it for its home? When she’d found the stump in the summer, with a mushroom table already in place and the stream nearby, it had seemed too good to be true. And now her latest home, an old hollow stump, was being flooded out by the storm. A dusty hay bale, an abandoned bird’s nest, a prickly thicket-in her short life she had lived in more places than she had whiskers. But Mona the mouse had never had a home-at least not for long. Home is where the heart is, or so she’d heard.
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