Words (fable)

I need a mountain.
And if you are not a mountain, you must be a bear. But then again: what do I do when you hibernate? So if you are a bear, you must be a singer as well so that you can sing me to that deep, long sleep of yours. I think I could be cool with that. Only Singing Bears belong in a circus, don't they? I might laugh and I think one should be careful with that kind of laughter.
Maybe it really is the ever so smart and courageous rat I need, while dreaming of mountains and bears. I did tell you about the rat that came into the house the other night, didn't I? I sat by the table, writing one of my pieces and something touched my food. I thought it was the dog obviously, so I bent down to stroke it. And there it was looking curiously at me. I jumbed up, yelled and hurled, as you can imagine, and slung my flip-flop after it. Then it ran off. But do you know what? It stopped at the mat, turned around and looked at me again. It wasn't the slightest upset with any of it.