Mivelly Mouse And The Pumpkin Seeds
A Story For the young,
and the young at heart
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In which Fabio is stuck, and Mivelly helps get him unstuck.
“Mivelly?” Fabio called out. “Mivelly, I’m seriously stuck!”
Mivelly jumped up and ran around to where Fabio’s voice was coming from. Fabio, looking forlorn and turning a bit red with embarrassment, hung upside down from the side of the pumpkin, by his prickles.
Mivelly’s giggles returned with a vengeance.
“I didn’t mean to get stuck!” Fabio exclaimed. “Stop laughing and help me out will you?”
Mivelly couldn’t stop laughing. He laughed so hard he fell down and rolled around on the ground. He laughed so hard he began to cry. He laughed until his sides ached and his lungs stung.
Fabio didn’t laugh.
At long last, Mivelly regained his composure, and grabbed one of the sticks that were laying on the ground.
“Maybe I can pry you loose.” He said.
“Just be careful with that.” Fabio cautioned. “I don’t want to end up like a marshmallow.”
Mivelly carefully wedged the stick between Fabio and the pumpkin.
“Ahhhh!” Fabio exclaimed. “That tickles.”
“Just hold still.” Mivelly grinned, giving the stick another shove. “I’ll have you down in a jiffy.”
“AhhhhAaaaahaaaah!” Fabio shouted. “Can you just get this over with?”
“I’m trying!” Mivelly retorted. “Stop squirming!”
Fabio could not stop squirming. The sensation of the stick running along his back was too much. It is a little known fact that all hedgehogs are incredibly ticklish. This fact is little known because, folks don’t usually make a habit of tickling creatures that are covered in prickles.
“Stooooooop!” Fabio gasped as Mivelly kept on poking and prying with the stick. “StooooOOOOp! I can’t Taaaake it anymooOOOr!”
Mivelly stopped.
“How else are we supposed to get you down?” he asked.
“NOT WITH A STICK! Think of something else.”
“I’ve got an idea!” Mivelly exclaimed. “Wait here.”
With this, Mivelly tore off, with his wagon in tow, through the pumpkin patch to where he’d seen some ivy growing at the edge. Here, he selected the longest vines he could find, tore them off and loaded them up into the wagon. Then he raced back to Fabio and the pumpkin.
Taking one of the strands of Ivy, he handed the end to Fabio, saying,
“Hold on, and I’ll try to pull you loose.”
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Fabio did as he was told. Mivelly stepped back, grasping the other end of the vine until it was tight, and then began to pull as hard as he could. Despite all his effort, Mivelly’s strength was not sufficient to wrest Fabio from the pumpkins grip.
However, his strength was enough to wrest the vine from Fabio’s grip, and Mivelly went tumbling head over heels into the pumpkin leaves behind him.
“This is hopeless.” Fabio lamented. “I’m gonna be stuck here forever!”
Mivelly was not so easily deterred. He proceeded to tie each piece of Ivy together, creating a long rope.
“We need to tie this around your waist.” Mivelly, handed the vine to Fabio. “Work this behind your back.”
Fabio grimaced at the thought of more tickles, but did as he was told. With the ivy now fastened securely around the hedgehog, Mivelly tied the other end of his makeshift rope to the back of his wagon.
“Wait a minute…” Fabio said. “What are you planning to do with that?”
“You’ll see.” Mivelly said as he piled a bunch of rocks into the wagon.
“I don’t like the looks of this.” Fabio muttered.
“Do you like being stuck to a pumpkin?” Mivelly asked.
“No.” Fabio said. “But I’d like to be alive once I get off of it.”
“You’re being dramatic. This will be just like pulling a tooth.”
“I don’t like pulling teeth.” Fabio whimpered.
“Oh hush.” Mivelly pushed the wagon toward the edge of the hill. “This is the best way to get you unstuck.”
“Maybe we should think a little more before we try this!” Fabio shouted.
It was too late. Mivelly had already hopped into the wagon, and pushed off down the hill. Fabio’s eyes grew wide as he watched ring after ring of the coiled ivy whisk away behind the wagon. He braced himself as the final coils disappeared. YOINK! The ivy tightened round the hedgehog and wrenched the little creature free from the pumpkin with ease.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Fabio screamed as he flew through the air.
Alas, Fabio’s troubles had only begun. The ivy was still tied to the wagon which was still hurdling down the hill at full speed, and the hedgehog was still fastened at the other end. After his short but thrilling flight, Fabio was subjected to an exceptionally turbulent landing.
Hearing the commotion behind him, Mivelly skidded the wagon to a stop and looked back. It was now his turn to be terrified. Down the hill, directly behind him rolled a mass of leaf shreds and pumpkin blossoms all held together by one Fabio Marcellus Hedgehog.
“AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaahhhhh!!!” Fabio’s scream rang out as the bundle of chaos passed Mivelly and the wagon. Now Mivelly watched as the ivy whisked away behind the rolling hedgehog.
“Oh, no!” He shouted.
But it was also too late. YOINK! The wagon, the rocks and Mivelly all took flight down the hill after the hedgehog. After much screaming and bouncing, the hedgehog, the wagon and the mouse once again landed with a SPLASH in the creek.
Fortunately for them, they had landed in a very shallow spot, and the wagon did not wash away. Mivelly untied the ivy from the wagon. Fabio untied the ivy from himself.
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“Let’s never talk about this ever again.” Fabio said.
“Agreed.” Mivelly nodded.
The two friends, dripping from head to toe, pulled the wagon out of the creek and made their way to the top of the hill.
“There’s got to be an easier way to do this!” Mivelly sat at the base of the pumpkin.
“What if we tied it to the wagon and rode down the hill?” Fabio offered in jest.
“Yeah, that’s a great idea!” Mivelly exclaimed.
Fabio’s eyes grew wide.
“No! I was joking!”
Mivelly began to giggle.
“You should see your face!”
“That’s not funny!” Fabio stated as seriously has he could.
But even Fabio couldn’t hold back a smile, and soon enough both he and Mivelly were laughing heartily together. Then they set to thinking up a new plan for how to roll the pumpkin down the hill.
Fabio’s suggestions mostly consisted of finding a pony or using dynamite, or using a pony and dynamite.
Mivelly pointed out yet again that they did not have a pony, and that they also did not have dynamite. However, he didn’t have any better ideas.
“I think we’ve got to admit defeat.” Mivelly sighed. “Maybe we should look for a different pumpkin patch.”
“Admit defeat? Now why on earth would you do that?”
Mivelly looked at Fabio with a confused expression. Fabio was looking at Mivelly the same way.
“Who said that?” They asked simultaneously.
“I did.” The voice said, coming from the space between them.
Fabio’s eyes grew large and he began to tremble.
“I- I think this pumpkin patch is hau- haunted.” He whispered.
“Nonsense!” The Voice chided. “I’m down here!”
At this Mr. Orville Mole pushed his way out of the soil and stood between Mivelly and Fabio, blinking in the midmorning sunshine.
“Now what seems to be the problem?” He asked kindly, as he took his spectacles out of his vest pocket and placed them on the end of his nose.
“We need to roll this pumpkin down the hill.” Mivelly explained.
“I see.” Orville blinked, scrunching up his nose to keep his spectacles in place. “That’s quite the job for a mouse and a hedgehog.”
“We’ve tried hitting it with sticks.” Fabio said.
“So I see.” Orville smiled. “I’m guessing that didn’t work.”
“Not even a little bit.” Fabio sighed.
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“Have you considered that you might be focusing on the wrong thing?” Orville asked, as his beady little eyes twinkled.
“The wrong thing?” Mivelly looked confused. “The whole reason we came here was to harvest pumpkin seeds.”
“Ah, but you can’t seem to get the pumpkin to move.” Orville smiled. “What if you focused on what you can move? Oh, look at the time! I’ve got to get going.”
With this, Orville, removed his spectacles, tucked them back into his vest pocket, and climbed back into the hole he’d come out of.
Fabio, who had listened to Mr. Mole intently, sat down and put on the most earnest thinking face Mivelly had ever seen any hedgehog wear. Mivelly also put on his thinking face.
“Focus on what we can move.” He muttered over and over. “Focus on what we can move.”
“Dirt!” Fabio exclaimed, as he looked at Mr. Mole’s tunnel. “We can move dirt!”
It was Mivelly’s turn to look confused.
“How will moving dirt help us?” He asked.
“Don’t you see?” Fabio pointed to the base of the pumpkin. “All we have to do is dig away the dirt and the pumpkin will roll down the hill on it’s own!”
“I guess so.” Mivelly said, not completely convinced of this plan. “It’s worth a try at least.”
Fabio scuttled over to the pumpkin and began digging with all of his might. As the dirt flew, he shouted,
“You tell me if the pumpkin starts to roll! I don’t want to get squashed!”
“Sure thing.” Mivelly shouted back.
Fabio’s paws flew through the dirt like a fish through water. The volcano of soil spewing forth from the base of the pumpkin grew so intense that Mivelly had to step back to keep from getting buried. Then it happened, the pumpkin shifted forward. Just a little, but it was more than they had managed to move the pumpkin to this point.
“It’s working!” Mivelly shouted. “It’s actually working!”
“I told you it would.” Fabio shouted, still digging away as fast as he could. “We’ll have those pumpkin seeds in no time.”
Mivelly was ecstatic. Fabio was absolutely thrilled. Neither of them noticed the one little flaw in their plans for pumpkin greatness.