September 11, 2019 |
I wanted to write a short, sad story of the The Doodle Mouse, a little animal that had a lot of talent, was loved by a lot of people and today is shadow of its previous self.
In 2002, The Doodle Mouse set out on its adventurous journey. It had seen a few other artists sketching on the streets and decided that it could do it too. It bought a few pads, some pencils and set about creating consistent, excellent drawings that soon had a queue of people looking to buy them. The mouse sat back and looked at its success, puffed up its chest and decided that it was time to grow, so it soon had street stalls across the town. He spent time at each stall, and continued its success by keeping the same artistic style. People were talking about it and enjoying what it was doing. Things were going well.
The Doodle Mouse got excited and had aspirations of going global, so it got on a flight from Dubai and landed in central London. A quick survey of where other familiar shops were located soon had it establishing a bigger stall in Knightsbridge. But our hero soon found the going tough. Other mice had already established their stalls, and as our mouse hadn’t checked out the other mice, it soon transpired that his product didn’t stand out as much as it had done in his home country. So The Doodle Mouse unfortunately struggled and soon had to head back home with its tail between its legs.
The chastened Doodle Mouse was upset and lost interest for a while. It looked at other ideas of how to sell its drawings, it asked other people to sell them on its behalf and soon had stalls in far flung places. But because its drawings were now being copied by other mice, our own mouse soon turned from being the Doodle Mouse to the Dawdle Mouse.
A lady then rode into town. She had a plan to take our mouse and turn it into a force once again. Narratives were written, new artists were hired and soon our mouse had a shiny new drawing to show the world. Things were on the up again until the lady went off to other things. The Doodle Mouse was left again waiting for another saviour to come along and administer more changes. They eventually arrived, with a new plan, one that only succeeded in taking it further and further away from its former glories.
So the sad story continues of a mouse that started so brightly and lost its way through not celebrating what it actually had to offer. It looked at some of the other mice in town and wanted to be like them, all shiny and polished. What a sad mouse.
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