At first, there was a mouse. And under the mouse was a floor. And under the floor was a cellar. And inside the cellar was a moth. But the moth and the mouse didn’t meet. They couldn’t. Because the mouse was always busy looking for food in the house. And the moth was always looking for light in the cellar.
Then, one night, when it was dark, the mouse went through the house. It found the door to the cellar. And it was open, So the mouse went into the cellar. It walked down the stairs. When it got to a pile of sacks, it stopped. It was starting to feel sleepy. So the mouse lay down on the sacks and closed its eyes. As the mouse slept, it felt something dance over its face. The Mouse opened its eyes. It looked up at the moth.
"What are you?" The mouse said. "Why haven’t we met before?"
The moth carried on flying. But it kept on returning to the mouse’s face.
"Because, I am full of powder," the moth said. "And you are covered in fur."
“Well,” said the mouse.
“Well we have different qualities,” the Moth said.
The Mouse watched the Moth swirl in patterns and loops in the air.
“You’re lucky,” the Mouse said. “You’re the craziest air dancer.”
“I guess,” said the Moth. “But I’ve seen you running. Your legs scuttle like leaves in the wind.”
And at that moment, the mouse put its head back on the sack. And the moth stopped flying. And it took up residence somewhere close to the mouse’s nose.