Morning. I won’t ask how you found your way to me here on Wild Ass Island. People who need to talk to me generally do find me, by and by. That’s why they call me Moder — Mother, in your language.
You don’t need to talk to me? Don’t, then. It’s all one to me.
Don’t mind the goats. They’re very mild. They never butt and they hardly ever bite. If they do, I just nudge them with my cane and they behave. My nannies give good milk. I’ll give you a cup of it, warm, as soon as I milk. Or, if you’re hungry now, I have some in the cold room, and some herbed cheese. Or I could make some flatbread on the hearth and you could put honey on it. Yes, honey from these bees you see buzzing around.
A story? Once there was a mouse with a big story to tell, but he was afraid to tell it.
Don’t like that story? Tell your own, then. I’m listening.
Tomorrow begins StoryADayMay. Cover me, I’m goin’ in.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What is the story about him/herself your character would most like to tell but absolutely cannot?