(This story will run differently as it is put in a journal form and the author is given a name. I thought it'd be a nice twist to the views of self.)
March 27, 1793
My name is Renold Johnson, heir to the Johnson Delivery business run by my father. Not necessarily rich, my father's business has kept my family and I wealthy. I live with my father and his two servants in our small manor outside of London. My mother is currently living in London with my younger sister as she goes to school.
I am writing this strange series of events that began three days ago, March 24, when I met and made the most peculiar of friends imaginable. Pardon my speech as you may not believe the words I say and consider me a mad man for saying this. But we humans are not the only people in the world we know. In the walls and floorboards, beneath the ground, and in our sewers lies a world of creatures. Specifically animals with the speech and properties of humans. A rarity in life you may never encounter. But I was perplexed and now proud to say that I have met one such creature. In my house no less!
It was late that afternoon as I returned home from the delivery chambers across town. My father is a bit cold and bitter of a man, which in some cases I am content with as it has made me the better man in the end. He has been bed ridden for a number of days. We fear his time has grown short, but he still prattles on as if he is healthy as ever. We talked over the shipments as I gave him the reasons our men could not take in in time. He gave a sigh of grief and called our workers imbeciles before shutting me out after giving instruction.
As I left and walked briskly down the hall I saw our maid set a block of cheese next to a hole in the wall. I asked her what she had been doing and she snorted out that we had gained mice, the cheese was poisoned. She called them smart little weasels. I could only dream at the time if a mouse had intelligence, even thought it an interesting idea. As she passed and this thought came to fruition I only partially noticed the scurrying of something past my feet. When I jerked my head back there was nothing but the hole and cheese.
Later that afternoon when the sun was just beginning to lower and the sky was turning it's autumn hue I had a descent dinner made by my butler. He complained that a mouse was stealing food from the pantry even though he had locked it. An incredibly large one at that. I laughed heartily at him and had to stop myself from calling him a fool. Still it was odd that all these things had gone on and I simply told him this. "Listen very carefully. If a mouse did have the process to think of a way into a locked pantry for food then he would have to think as a man. Not only this he would have to think of his own mortality like a man as well. Unlike you, our maid, and my father; I would enjoy the company of such a mouse. I may even consider him a compatriot if he had half the mind to be one, hahaha!"
Little did I know that it was these words that sparked a meeting that I would never wish to be a dream. To that end I believed it was at the time.
It was that night while I was falling asleep. Our home stood on a small hill that allowed me the view of London just over the ledge of my window. I fell asleep every night to that view when in my home, it comforted me to see all the hustle quieted by the night. As I began to doze I heard a small rustle in my dreams. A quiet but commanding voice urging at my thoughts. "Compatriot, is that what you said? If you ever met a mouse that could think like you humans, you'd be their partner? Is that the basis of what you said? Mrrrrrrrr... Johnson?"
I thought the voice only a figment of my mind and spoke outwardly, "urh...yes...yes I did say..."
"Then why don't we become partners Mr. Johnson? I have a few good ideas for your service. You seem to need the help."
I saw a glint of a figure just above my face, "yes...it is true that we do need help," I said responding very calmly to the voice.
"Would you put that in writing?" The figure held out a signing sheet much larger then himself, another holding a pen.
"Uh, yes..." I took the pen and signed the sheet.
"Good, it will be nice to work with you Renold. I can't wait to start!" The small figure shook my finger in feverish response. It was odd for a dream. I could feel the tiny man's hand.
And before i even realized it I had sat up like a bolt to a sitting position holding a tiny man that dangled from my finger. He was around eight inches in height sporting a large red cap, orange coat over a white button down shirt, brown pants with a brown bag strapped over his shoulder and a pair of small brown cloth shoes. His face was round and furry, pale white at that with large green eyes. A tail swat back and forth behind him. What broke me from my gasping gaze was his voice laughing, "Hahaha! Easy there Mr. Renold, I'm more fragile then I look."
"W-who are you?"
"I'm Thomas, Thomas Melcrus. Glad to be your partner Renold! I'm doing this as sort of a favor as well. A thank you for saving me. If it weren't for you that cheese may have killed me and my family if you hadn't said anything to the maid."
It was an experience beyond any dream my mind could imagine. A part of me could not believe and a part of me was so excited it had to believe.
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