“And there, I saw the most beautiful city of the world, Paris.” My Brother finished.
I listened intently to his incredible journey to the top of Eiffel Tower, not wanting to miss a single detail. I have listened to this story many times before and it has always been my dream to get to the top of the Eiffel Tower to see Paris in a different point of view. Who said a mouse couldn’t dream big? Even though I was the youngest in the mice family, I had a dream to pursue, and deep in me, I knew I would do it one day. I would not be stuck here all my life, working my tail off all day long.
“Get to work now, you lazy bums!” Father shouted through his gruff voice.
We immediately scurried off to our respective positions and started on whatever we had stopped earlier on. For me, I was to distribute the food that we had collected from kitchens, dumps and other places to the many mice families in the Hole. The smell of cheese, soggy bread and soft berries filled the air, causing my empty stomach to groan in desire of the palatable food before me.
“What are you doing? All the food is becoming stale! Everyone will starve to death if you do this every day! Will you just concentrate for a moment and stop daydreaming!” A voice broke my train of thoughts. Shaking, I turned to face my father. He was glaring at me with his bloodshot eyes, burning a hole in me. Raising his strong paw, he scratched my face with his nails.
As I applied ointment on my wounds, I grimaced at the impact of the scratch. At this moment, a wild idea came to me. Tonight when everyone was asleep, I would sneak off to the Eiffel Tower. There were many loopholes in this plan, and I did not know if I would get back alive, but there was only a way to know.
I patted the pouch slung over my shoulder, ensuring that the food that I had packed earlier on was still with me. I scurried from a corner to another, hoping that I would not make any noise to disturb the still night. I realized how the...