The Three Blind Mice And The Seeing-Eye Dog – a work in progress

… is a work in progress … is the current work in progress

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is keyed off one of my favorite stories – the Blind Men and the Elephant

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Six blind men sitting around a warm fire, discussing life’s mysteries … and one mystery on which they all agreed was the elephant – fact or fancy – does it exist, and why? What does it look like?

“The Sultan has an elephant … perhaps we should organize a field trip?”

Which they did.

and

to quick-list the blind men’s impressions of the elephant –

  • The first fell against the side of the elephant as he approached the beast – elephants are like a wall he declared
  • The second felt the trunk and pronounced an elephant is like a big snake
  • The third felt the elephant’s leg – an elephants is like a tree, he said
  • The fourth felt the tusk – elephants are like spears
  • The fifth – he felt the tail and pronounced an elephant is like a rope
  • The sixth blind man waved the elephant’s ear; it was like a sail …

It’s the storyteller in me. Story triggers storythe Blind Elephant and the Man – in which a blind elephant hears tell of this thing called MAN –

what is it?

The elephant knows only that there is a jogging path that runs parallel to his living area … for a space … and that a MAN runs along the path in the early morning every morning. The elephant hears the MAN running by each morning, and, one morning, decides to take matters into his own trunk.

flat

flat

He starts to run as the MAN approaches … gradually picking up speed … until he is pacing the jogger … and, just before the path veers away, the elephant leaps the low stone wall surrounding his pen and lands on the runner.

He promptly pronounces the one truth he has learned about man – that man is very FLAT

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I was forced to write The Three Blind Mice And The Seeing-Eye Elephant

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Once, there were three blind mice – Estaban, Raviolli, and Bob. They were ex-Circus Mice … which meant they were ex-acrobats, ex-trapeze artists, ex-clowns, ex-lion tamers, ex-unicorn riders … ex-who do we want to shoot out of the cannon this week …

Did I mention they were blind?

From birth they couldn’t see a thing … but, then, no one on their planet could see anything any better. They relied on their other fifteen senses – one for each whisker to either side of their nose.

Did I mention they weren’t from around here?

It’s a project in progress

  • The story is done
  • Initial artwork is being roughed out
  • if you want to know more … ask me …
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About genegryniewicz

I am a Storyteller - Poet - Illustrator
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