The Moon and the Mouse
by Cat Rambo
The mouse sang to the moon.
He sang, "Great Wheel of Cheese in the sky, eaten by the Mysterious and restored each month to hover again, grant me a favor. Grant me a bride."
The moon peered down at him, for while it had heard many petitions from all manner of creature, and while many people had, on occasion asked it, the moon, to marry them, no one had ever before said, "Grant me a bride."
The moon said, "How would I give you a bride?"
The mouse replied, "Give me one of the young women that pledge themselves to you, who hunt with silver arrows, and are chaste and seemly in their speech."
The moon smiled a little and said, not ungently, "I think perhaps you are misnotioned there. Those wild girls are not for you."
"Well," said the mouse, "then make me a bride out of the tender white cheese of your backside, a cheese-bride who speaks little but is round-fleshed and plump as a dumpling."
"Oh," said the moon. "That would not end well at all."