Thursday, 14 July 2011

The mouse that boared

Once again (remember the nightingale last week?) our much-esteemed friend and neighbour Hector comes up with something a bit special. Having set up a movement-triggered infra-red camera in a swampy bit of bamboo thicket on his land, he was gratified one morning recently to find this encounter had taken place during a night of storm and tempest:




The eyes have it, don't they?

There are more close encounters here and here.

Thanks, Hector. Life in your bamboo thicket is never dull.

13 comments:

Dave said...

Was it raining heavily?

I was expecting the boar to react elephant-like to the mouse. I must admit I am a little disappointed.

Rog said...

It could have been an MP filling out his expense claim for his fact finding fortnight in the South of France?

Vicus Scurra said...

Excellent plot, characters and SFX, but I think that the film could have made better use of nearby locations.

letouttoplay said...

That was a delight. Thank you.
(Noisy eaters aren't they - the boars not the mouse.)

Sarah said...

Wish my eyes glowed like that in the dark !

Christopher said...

Well, Dave, I'm sorry. I will ask of Hector that he trains his night visitors to get up each other's noses in camera-shot. And yes, it was a dark and stormy night, Not fit for man nor beast. And we were sitting round the old inn fire: 'Tell us a tale,' said one. And he began: 'It was a dark and stormy night, Not fit for man nor beast. And we were sitting round the old inn fire: "Tell us a tale," said one. And he began: "'It was a dark and stormy night, Not fit for man nor beast...'" etc., etc.

Yes, it was raining.

Rog: As usual, your penetrating eye sees beyond the camera.

Vicus: Ditto.

Mig: I'll pass your appreciation on to Hector. You won't maybe witness scenes like these from your narrow-boat portholes very often?

Sah: Easy. All you have to do is scamper about your own bamboo swamp at night and see if the other wildlife runs off in terror.

Tim said...

You have reinvented a form that I remember being exploited by John Barth in a 1970s novel I have fortunately forgotten the title of, loosely based on the 1001 Nights. He ended up with about sixteen layers of embedded iterative quotes. It was quite the most boring thing I have ever read.
And of course the rest of the immortal opening line must not be forgotten: "the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness."
I've recently started writing fiction again; now I know how it's done.

Christopher said...

Yes, Tim, I was expressly iterating to Dave that, as clearly stated in my opening paragraph, it was raining hard when mouse and boar met. I learnt this Russian doll trick as a child from my aunt Evelyn, who had a curious variant - which I'm very happy to make over to you - of the 4th line: 'And the captain said to the pomegranate...'

Martin H. said...

Do mice always forget where the exit is, when confronted with a boar?

Christopher said...

Invariably, Martin. I had hoped the stage directions would read 'Exit, pursued by a boar' but it wasn't to be.

Tim said...

I saw that stage direction performed a few years ago at the Watermill by Ed Hall's all-male production. It was pathetic. The unveiling of Hermione was well done though. I don't know why I'm telling you this. I'm a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.

Christopher said...

Yes, the unveiling of H. is always the test of any production of The Winter's Tale. I don't remember any mention of mice in TWT. Bagpuss, now...but Z. is the unchallenged expert on Bagpuss.

What has happened to Rosie?

Tim said...

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