“One needs to be
careful while handling such paper, young mouse!”
Lectured a bespectacled, elder
rodent, from across the room.
you mean, Dodger?” asked the younger one, on the end
of the room near the big window. They were in the
cuts.” He mused, “Deep,
He accentuated on the words paper cuts . . . point
made. Dodger’s demeanor was one of the
“all-knowing,” though, of course he didn’t know
everything . . he just
don’t think I’ll be handling the paper in that
other fashion is there except to
it? Handling it is enough,
you just never know when a paper cut will slice
you.” He shuddered.
that Dodger, I appreciate your concern, really I
do.” Little Blaze, the younger, perhaps a teenage
mouse, pushed up his glasses and continued pulling
the white notebook paper from the stack. It was the
kind with “College Rule” and the blue was royal, the
“red” line pink. And it smelled . . . wonderful,
like all paper smelled, as far as he was concerned.
Paper itself was just wonderful! But it was bulky
and for a sprite his size, heavy too.
older of the two continued watching and with
twitching whiskers, walked slowly closer to the
young mouse in the window. Suddenly climbing down
from his roost, then sliding gracefully across the
floor and then shimmying up again onto the top of
the desk in front of the window, where Blaze and the
notebook paper were.
aren’t thinking of doing what I’m thinking you’re
thinking of doing, are you?” Dodger’s whiskers
twitched in a peculiar manner, not seen often by
Blaze, his pupil.
thinking of doing what you’re thinking that I am
thinking of doing, Dodger.” Blaze smiled, with his
bright white mouse teeth.
do no such thing.”
see that tree house, Dodger?”
course I see that tree house,
it is a bain to all adults alive!” Dodger was
getting worked up, his
paws were now placed firmly on his furry little
hips, his long tail straight out from his puffy
body. He cast a long shadow. Blaze continued with
the paper, however.
going to build my paper airplane and glide swiftly
and smoothly right into that window, Dodger, and you
me.” He announced proudly.
little Master Blaze, I have seen some foolish things
in my lifetime, and I have seen YOU do some foolish
things in your lifetime, but I never, this is
just—too much young mouse!”
calm down please, this is wonderful, I’m sure it’s
been done before.” Blaze heard himself pleading a
little, but Dodger’s misgivings weren’t intimidating
will you do if you crash? You don’t even have a
helmet do you?” Dodger went on, scratching his head
and the whiskers, oh! Twitching, twitching,
twitching, like he’d
eaten the most nervous piece of cheese.
“Why, this is worse
than the time you greased the pendulum on the old
grandfather clock so Garnett
Winkly couldn’t climb up to snoop on that
nasty old cat!”
she was endangering herself, the cat was watching
for her the whole time, I just prevented her from
going up there again.” Blaze defended himself.
but what about the time when you found one of the
children’s remote control racecars and left Bratty
sitting in the corner with the remote control while
you were sent spinning in circles, after he fell
asleep on you? Blaze, your judgment is not the
best, by any means.”
shrugged his shoulders.
Bratty isn’t here is he, Dodger? There you go.
eyebrow whisker went up, the other down, Blaze
watched closer as Dodger’s face softened.
have me there, Lad.”
will watch me, Dodger? I am about to
watch a flight, not a crash, Blaze.” He cocked his
head to the left.
expect you to rig up a thimble or something for use
as a helmet. Maybe I can find a nutshell while you
helping me, Dodger?” Blaze now had a look of utter
shock on his little face, and pushed his glasses up
Dodger disagreed. “I am not helping you, but I am
trying to lessen your chances of getting hurt should
the worst happen, you are
gliding out a second story window, remember.” Dodger
answered sternly and quickly hurried away,
remembering a half a walnut shell he could put to
use for this. And, something to
tie it on with.
wish, Dodger. As you wish.”
wish we were in the kitchen looking for cheese is
what I wish!” He muttered.
merely glanced up as Dodger disappeared from the
room. He continued folding and scoring the great
piece of notebook paper, while daydreaming of the
fabulous, wondrous ride he was about to take.
imagined himself soaring into blue skies (in his
imagination the paper plane had an engine . .
Up! Up! Up!
Somewhere in the far-off distance, beyond the clouds
but, beneath the bright stars in the skies called
didn’t realize that he was dancing on the desktop,
thinking of the motions of the plane he was driving
in his mind. In dreams, Blaze was not just gliding
to a tree house, but flying a great, fast, speedy
plane up over the farthest horizon.
Up! Up! Up!
Sailing through the pearlescent blue skies as if
powered by a jet!
Zip! Zip! Zip!
There would be no crashing, and no falling. Only
the mysterious feeling of flight and of things
beyond the wildest dreams of any mere mouse he had
ever known. Up!
Returning to the here and now, the present time,
Blaze stopped and sighed, looking across the great
white paper, and at his progress on the folding of
the paper airplane. Sighing again, he looked around,
and Dodger was nowhere to be seen, he would continue
alone and be ready when Dodger returned with the
morning sun was graciously providing bright warm
light across the desk, and the fresh breeze coming
into the window smelled of new-mown grasses from the
How wonderful it is to be alive!
Blaze smiled and
took in deep breaths and continued the scoring of
the paper in the longest crease, while peering into
the window of the tree house. He saw strawberries!
A big bowl of
of those shall be MY lunch! He thought,
not stopping his work.
the quietest time of the day at the house, and
though it was summer, the children had activities
and the mother and father were either at work or off
on errands for this part of the day, so there was
very little chance that any of them should come home
and delay Blaze’s flight by appearing in the study
where he was on the desk.
“Almost done, Dodger!” He
called out, excitedly. “Almost
around the great swift looking paper airplane that
he alone created, Blaze inspected every crease and
necessary fold. There were no imperfections,
plane was PERFECT!
Absolutely perfect, not an angle wrong, not a rip,
not a wrinkle, just
there will be no living with YOU.” Announced Dodger,
appearing seemingly from nowhere with the walnut
helmet in open hands, noting the pride in Blaze’s
face at his creation.
paying attention to the remark, Blaze looked at the
bulky looking helmet, and said: “What if it should
throw me off balance, Dodger? It is quite cumbersome
won’t change anything, just wear it, and protect
yourself.” He smiled.
alright but what is that strap there made of? It
looks like thread? I think a piece of rubber band
would have done the trick, Sir.”
would cut your circulation off dear one. I will tie
it for you.”
have preferred the rubber band, but oh well, I think
this should do.”
will do, Blaze.” Nodded the
shall be off, Dodger, wish me luck?”
“Of course.” He nodded
again. “Have you got your bearings set now?”
do, a push can’t hurt, do
you think that you could give me a shove?” Blaze
asked, looking out from under the walnut crash
helmet, as Dodger tied it securely at his jaw.
suppose I can manage that.” He said softly. “I
a nice day for it,” Dodger remarked, helping little
Blaze pull the paper airplane closer to the edge of
the window sill.
left strawberries in the window,
I shall have those for lunch.”
them, at any rate,” Dodger smiled.
to say you will feel much like a bird when you are
finished with your flight, Blaze. That should be
interesting.” He motioned up to the air. “I do
smiled at this newfound approval from his old
friend, and climbed into the center of the folds of
the paper airplane. There was no seat of course,
but Blaze figured out just the right place to sit
for proper weight distribution.
couldn’t find any paperclips.” He commented.
don’t need a paperclip, Blaze,
you’re the weight.”
looked down and over to the tree where the tree
house was perched, toward the center of the back
yard, but this part of the backyard was small, so it
wasn’t far away that he would land.
just as Blaze signaled Dodger to push him and the
paper plane off the edge of the windowsill,
something came running at them! It was Bratty!
What?” Dodger heard Blaze say
too late, Dodger had already given the push Blaze
had asked him to, but without knowing that Bratty
would suddenly make an appearance and jump into the
airplane dove straight down, down, down, while
Dodger stood speechless at the edge of the
windowsill, a look of horror on his face.
He had not time to
think! There was nothing he could do!
The paper plane, with so much weight, bantered down,
down, down! Dodger had to catch his breath and pull
himself back from the edge, so as not to fall,
was scorching through his veins as he peeked again
at the side of the house, in fear of what he would
he finally got himself to look all the way down, the
plane was nowhere to be seen.
Eaten that fast? Oh
my! Thought Dodger.
What else could
had not seen was that the plane merely dove down for
a few moments and then straightened out with the two
little mice aboard her on her first flight. Dodger
then followed his wishes to the tree house, and
still nothing. Panic continued inside him.
“Dodger, over here!” He
heard a small voice not that far away really.
voice was coming from the front of the tree house,
apparently the little plane had veered off in the
breeze, somewhat, but not too far off calculation,
and as he squinted his eyes, he could see both Blaze
and Bratty standing near the plane, safe and
there you go! Now how are you going to get down?” He
answered in a cynical voice, in return for nearly
taking his life and breath out of fear. “Whew!” He
added a sigh of relief under his breath. “Enjoy your
strawberries!” He added so they could hear him.
Dodger!” he heard Blaze yell back.
old for this.” He said to the air, scratching his
head and walking away from the window’s ledge.
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