Neither a horseback warrior. No ruler sat on a throne. Just a modest silhouette ready above something the Earth rarely sees. A mouse rider rides silently. No gate opening. No enormous applause. Only careful footsteps and keen attention.
Although little, the mouse moves quickly. Be vigilant. Alert to menace. It notices things that other people overlook. From it the rider learns something. When you have brittle means of transport , you cannot be negligent. Arrogance is not a choice when your talent is limited.
At first, people chuckle regarding the mouse rider. They seek big creatures. They predict noise. Small items do, however, fit through openings. Large items won't be able to enter. Little items defy storms wrecking structures.
A mouse rider knows precision. Every decision counts. Every direction must be selected very thoughtfully.
