Daily Feline Prompt: Interview with a Mongolian Spring Mouse

Interview your favourite character.

“Come a little closer mouse, so that we can here all your wise words.”

“Tabby, I don’t think he is listening.”

“Of course I am listening, but I am not stupid. Two felines want to interview me. Do you think I am a fool, felines do not interview mice, they eat them.”

“Of course we won’t eat you.”

“Fluffy what are you saying, that is not the idea of this interview. Now I will take over. Perhaps you could begin by telling us your name.”

“Ok, but stay at a distance. I am Ghengis Ganbaatar Oyunchimeg, but you can call me Chingis, which is my nickname.”

“Hey Tabby, what’s his name, sounds a bit on the foreign side.”

“I heard that oh insignificant feline whisker bearer. My ancestors originate in the steps of Mongolia, I am a Mongolian Spring Mouse.”

“Is that something special?”

“Fluffy don’t ask him questions like that, he will get ideas.”

“Oh Tabby cat, of course it is special. We have the wisdom of the Mongolian tribes in our whiskers. We need no humans to serve us, the other mice worship us. We are something special.”

“Yes, well Chingis it is just that we felines do not usually worship mice, but err eat them.”

“Tabby, we don’t want to frighten him away. Of course we will not eat you - yet.”

“Oh feline spawn of the inferiority, hear me. I am a Mongolian Spring Mouse.”

“So you said.”

“And I would now put your feline abilities to the test. If you can catch me, you can have your way.”

“Tabby he speaks very posh. Do you think he is something special?”

“I don’t know Fluffy, but the only way to find out is to try a taste. I like Oriental food.”

“First of all you products of the inferior felines have to catch me.”

“Ok Chingis, or whatever, we will be fair and give you a 20 second start.”

“No problem, when you say go, I will go and you can follow.”

“Go”

“Err Tabby, where is he?”

“Forget it Fluffy, I only saw a brown streak and he was gone. Let us interview Mrs. Human about the qualities of vitamin enriched pellets for the feline diet, at least she is slow. Those Mongolian mice are a little too fast for my paws.”

“Mine too Tabby.”

WordPress Daily Prompt: It Builds Character

Tell us about a favorite character from film, theater, or literature, with whom you’d like to have a heart-to-heart. What would you talk about? 

Photographers, artists, poets: show us a CHARACTER.

“That was a spectacular arrival Count Dracula”

“I do my best, although the effects seem to be less today. Modern life seems to lessen the impact of my appearance. There have been so many cheap copies in film that people just seem to think of me as a comic figure.”

“But you are still a popular figure at Halloween.”

“Don’t make me laugh, plastic teeth and red paint is just ridiculous. I like the real thing, just take a look”

and the Count opened his mouth to show two pointed teeth.

“You see, these are vampire teeth, not the cheap imitations. Come a little nearer and I will show you how it works. Ha, ha, ha”

Needless to say I decided not to get closer. It was not just a laugh, but it came from the depth of the throat, more like an invitation to the bite.

“I don’t think I will Count, although I must say your teeth are a marvellous colour, no sign of decay.”

“Of course not, my decay happened many years ago, when I was deemed to become an undead, scouring the surface of this world for nourishment. Oh the delight of fresh white skin, preferably neck, where I can sink my fangs into the depth of the jugular vein.”

“Sorry to interrupt Count, but this interview might be read by children, frail ladies and people with an aversion to seeing fresh blood. Let us keep it human friendly.”

“Not my problem, but if you insist. I see you have a bottle of red liquid on the table. Would that perhaps be….?

“No, sorry Count, your liquid cravings cannot be catered for, it is just plain red wine, but you are welcome to a glass.”

“Many years ago in the old country, I drank my share of red wine in my pre-undead days, but after my transformation, ha, ha, ha (another throaty laugh) I seemed to be unable to treasure the sip of the wine. Just a small question, I noticed there is a hospital at the bottom of the street when I flew over, would they perhaps have a blood bank?”

“You wish to donate blood Count?”

“Do not insult me, I might look like a comic figure, but I am serious. I was hoping that the hospital might donate a pint or two to me – ha, ha, ha (another throaty laugh)”.

“I noticed that you were only available for an interview at midnight. Do you still have problems with daylight.”

“Oh, the innocence and stupidity of the living. Of course I have problems with daylight. Do you think I sleep in dark places and retire to my comfortable coffin through choice? When I think of all the fresh, lively blood moving in the daily world and I am left to the human wanderers of the night, the surplus of mankind. Do you think a victim is at its finest after a visit to a night club or bar, the alcoholic twinge in the blood goes to my head. No, I much prefer something young and fresh. One of the reasons I like to hover at the window of a maiden sleeping peacefully. Even that is now a problem with all these modern burglar alarm systems and blinds at the window. Luckily my teeth regrow, I lost the point of one of my teeth last week when trying to bite through a metal slat. Oh for the days of open windows.”

“Well it was really nice talking to you Count, but I see the first rays of sun creeping over the horizon in the East.”

“Thank you for your consideration. I must go. Goodbye and thankyou for the meal.”

“But you said you do not eat food and I offered you nothing.”

“No problem, a vampire takes what he wants, especially when invited and you invited me.”

Ok, so now I only sleep during the day, go for long walks at night and thank goodness the local blood bank is just at the end of the street, although now and again I might partake of ……..

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WordPress Daily Prompt: The Interview

Interview your favourite fictional character. I have many favourite fictional characters, but I chose someone from the States. Writing American patois is not my speciality, but I used a bit from the Hollywood films. I even found a comfortable chair for the guest at home.

The chair was ready, and background music from Chet Baker was filling the atmosphere. I wanted Mr. Bosch to feel comfortable. The man himself arrived, dressed in a suit and tie. It was a very colourful tie, so I knew it had been chosen by his daughter Madeline.

“Please take a seat Mr. Bosch. Would you like something to drink?”

“No thanks, I have been swimming in coffee all day in the office. Those old cases are sure tough ones sometimes.”

“But today you have the help of computers to find all the details Mr. Bosch.”

“Just call me Harry, and it’s a thing with those computers. Some can do it and some can’t.”

“Which group are you Harry?”

“So let’s continue, what do you want to know.”

It seems that Harry Bosch was not so computer literate. I decided to change the subject.

“Seems you had an unhappy childhood Harry.”

“If you had been christened Hieronymous, you would have had one as well. I learnt it the tough way in the orphanage, the name did not help. I thought things would get better when I found my real father, but he was a Haller. Now who wants to be Harry Haller, a character in a book, Steppenwolf, that no-one really understands.”

“But by finding your father, you had a family.”

“Yea, some family. Each one of us had a different mother, although Mickey Haller was the best of the bunch. We had fun on a couple of cases.”

“You wife met a tragic end, being murdered in Hong Kong. Was that the reason you never remarried?”

“Not really, I had a couple of nice dames on the line; all in a similar business as mine. No, no marriage, I think my creator Michael Connolly found he was onto a good thing so he kept me fancy free. Cooked up a couple of problems in the female relations.”

“But you are not the youngest any more Harry. You was born in 1950 and are getting to retirement age. How does the future look?”

“I am not too sure. Connolly said he was earning too much money with me and Haller to stop writing about us. I heard a rumour about a serial killer in an old people’s residence. Seems one of my suspects in an old case is now lying low in a Rest Home up in the hills on Mount Olympus. He is using the money he got from killings to finance a good life style. I think the idea is that I move into the home under a false name and we have a showdown somewhere in the forest. That is where we find a few dead bodies of some old ladies he brought round the corner: strangled them in bed with their diamond necklaces. I think that story will be a success. Of course I fall in love with one of the surviving ladies. She used to work for a bank as a guard before being retired. Turns out she had a machine gun stashed under her bed in the residence and shot the killer just in time, before he was going to put a knife in my back.

“That sounds great Harry. Do you know the title of the book?”

“Not sure, but something like “Strangled with Diamonds at Mount Olympus”. And now I have to go, duty calls. We have a Chinese Restaurant under suspicion that are dealing with panda smuggling on the side; lots of rich people in Los Angeles want a pet panda, it’s big trouble today. Afterwards I have to be home. Mandeline is taking me to a rock concert down at the Hollywood Bowl, although I would prefer a nice quiet evening in a jazz club downtown. Just can’t have everything these days.”

“Thank you very much Harry for spending your precious time for this interview.”

“No problem, a nice comfortable chair and jazz in the background, just like home. See you on Mount Olympus.”

Harry left as he came, quietly and determined. He stepped back into a page of one of his cases.

Daily Prompt: It's Alive

Write a Q&A style interview with an inanimate object

"Good morning, and how are you feeling on your high pinnacle above civilisation?"

"Civilisation? Well it is a bit confined to say the least. For the past few hundred years all I see is the main street. The only purpose I seem to serve is a photo subject for the tourists and inquisitive types like yourself, that think holding an interview with me will be interesting."

"But I noticed you were covered over for the past weeks. Now they have removed your covers and you look like new."

"i would hope so, all that slime and grime from the continuous water spashes, I was really turning green in certain places. Now I have been cleansed, although being showered with chemicals and hard jets of water was really very uncomfotable. It was not really done for my benefit, just for the general public that stare at me when they do not have anything more worthwhile to do. Now look at that, there is a man down there in the crowd in the street, just dipped his hand into the open handbag of a lady standing next to him and she did not even notice. Took her purse out."

"Is there nothing you can do about that?"

"Am I supposed to shout, point my fist, throw a stone at the thief? Hardly, they constructed my body to be strong, but forgot the inside parts. Even my brain is carved out of stone.  You would be surprised what I see up here. Do you remember the house roof that was destroyed by fire?"

"That was last year, it was in the newspaper."

"I can tell you that was uncomfortably close. One of the hottest days of my life. Even had a few black sooty marks to prove it. No-one seemed to bother about cooling me down, the firemen were only interested in the building that was burning. No consideration. I did not ask to be put here, listening to the endless noise from a stupid fountain. Typical human - just thinking of theirselves and a boost for the town. Not that people visit because of me, mainly because of the cathedral standing behind me."

"But you are a vey nice statue. Are they horns on your head?"

"On my head? How am I supposed to know what I have on my head, when I cannot turn it or look into a mirror. Now and again I do have a few negative thoughts. I would love to move around and look at what is behind me. A cathedral? I must admit it is not my sort of thing. Would prefer a night club, or a bar. Bring a bit of spice into the surroundings."

"I think I will have to end this interview. The sky is darkening and I felt a few drops of rain. I heard some thunder in the background."

"Lucky you, no go along and hide in a nice warm dry place. Don't bother about me standing here in the pouring rain with lightning flashes all around me. I am used to it. Just a few more green streaks on my body from the rain. And do not forget, there is many a monster which has been brought to life through a touch with a bolt of lightening."

Autumn is coming, the Pampas is showing

"Hello Pampas, I see you are back again in my garden, showing your feathery head."

"Yes, it was time to start sprouting - have to do something to preserve the species, although in your country it is too cold to have a family. Too much frost and snow in the Winter. Now my relations down in Australia, they spread out all over the place. They even class us as weeds down under. I would emphasise, I am not a weed, but a stately plant, ready to take over when the space allows. Trouble is I am getting a bit hollow in the middle. Even your cats sit on my bare patch there sometimes. But we grow at the edges. Just keep my stalks nice and long during the Autumn and Winter, you will be rewarded with a nice show of something living in the garden. And don't forget to cut me down in Spring, so that I can rejuvinate and start growing for another show next year."

"So that was an interview with my pampas grass who has decided to put his annual appearance in in the garden."