Mr. Mouse woke up one day, looked around his home and sighed. In the past, he would have blamed his neighbour. Called him all kinds of ghastly names. But now he knew this was his responsibility, and his alone.

​

Nervously, he began to tidy up the mountain of objects that had piled up. Something moved, and a new window opened up that had been blocked off for a while now. He looked through and saw his accursed neighbour. Not wanting to bother too much with such riff-raff, he went back to what he was doing. This went on for some days.

​

Then one day, there was a storm. The boat where Mr. Mouse lived, was tossed without mercy among the waves. Water poured into his hole, and Mr. Mouse, cursing his luck, fled to the new window, looking for an escape. Only on the other side, instead of his neighbour, stood his most dreaded nightmare - a part of him he had never acknowledged before.

​

He realized that he should have made friends with his neighbour a long time ago. He would not have been facing this monster now. But it was never too late to start. For if this hellish being was indeed a part of him, as was his neighbour, getting acquainted with those forgotten parts would only help him grow. And this would not be achieved by superficial acts of kindness either. He needed to go deeper, ever deeper, into the depths of his being to blossom up in the sunlight.

​

​