Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part III
Once Upon an Hour of Time: Midnight - Three AM
Midnight
Once Upon an Hour of Time…
At Midnight during the middle of the night, a large dark barn owl swooped down from a branch and dug its claws into a small field mouse that was scurrying across the ground. The owl returned to its branch and began offering pieces of the mouse to his fellow night owls that shared the tree. All kinds of reasons and excuses came out of their beaks.
“I’m allergic!”
“I just ate.”
“Is it organic?”
“I only eat things that don’t feel pain.”
All were fairly flimsy and weak excuses, so the barn owl decided to eat the whole mouse himself. The others all looked at him with odd looks in their wide eyes and began to whisper amongst themselves. For a time the barn owl thought over what he could possibly have done to upset them all so much, and glanced around at his brown feathers to see if there was something caught in them. Nothing he could see or think of made sense for them to be upset, then he remembered that all the other owls in the tree were racist.
One AM
Once Upon an Hour of Time…
As the clock struck 1 AM for the first time that day, a Badger named Wallace crawled out of his hole. He wanted to get out early because he heard it was going to flood in the morning. So he decided to get to higher ground now and go back to sleep so he wouldn’t have to worry about the rain water. Wallace found a little barn on a high hill and went inside to find a place to sleep.
At least that’s the story Wallace told his wife, Wendy Badger, when she caught him inside the little barn laying down next to their neighbour, Miss Mole.
Wendy made Wallace leave their hole the next day, and Miss Mole was never seen again.
Two AM
Once Upon an Hour of Time…
Around 2 AM in Greenwich Mean Time, a small mouse scurried out of his hole in the wall as he did every morning at this time. He went to a small wooden board and ate some of the cheese that was secured to it, the mouse did not know where the cheese or the board came from but every morning for the last week it had been there, fresh cheese each day. The cheese was replaced each day, pierced onto a small metal frame attached to the small wooden board, so each day he ate the cheese and left. Today began no different, he found the board, saw the newly replaced cheese, and began to eat as he always did.
SNAP!
That was the last morning that the little mouse ate the cheese from the small wooden board.
Three AM
Once Upon an Hour of Time…
Just as it went three in the ante meridiem, three worms were getting ready for the day. They made breakfast. Consisting of nutrient rich dirt from nearby, a cup of worm coffee, that is, dirt soaked water, and discussed their plans for the day.
“I need to buy TP for the house today.” Said one Worm.
Another talked about how later today he was starting on his four month holiday, he planned to crawl all the way to the big red flower at the end of the garden and then back. The third worm was so happy, he was planning to propose to his worm girlfriend today.
“I’ll be moving out soon, lads.” He said with a big grin.
As the three set out for their day, they were suddenly caught in the beaks of three crows that were out early to catch worms.
About the Creator
S.K. Wilson
She/Her | Australian 🏳️⚧️ Author
My short form writing mostly falls into the absurd, strange and nonsensical. I enjoy writing micro-fiction collections, been dabbling in poetry.
Debut Arthurian fantasy novel out now! The Knights of Avalon
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