When Duncan looked out of his window
When Duncan got up that rainy Sunday morning, he secretly wished that he had somebody to keep his secret wishes from.
But, he didn’t.
He put the kettle on (it didn’t suit him) so he took it off again and put a suit on (that only suited him slightly better).
Then he tried to make himself a cup of tea (he was an amateur magician, so he just imagined that he could do such things) and, as that was unsuccessful, he had a glass of water.
After his frugal breakfast he thought about what exciting things he could do on a wet Sunday in whatever month it was. He could go out, and… or, he could stay in.
So, he stayed in. Pottering about. “Expialidocious!” and “Impervious!” he would pronounce at odd moments; and once he even tried “Expelliarmus !“ the disarming spell (and then found that he had no arms – but, it did wear off after a while).
Duncan was most surprised to hear a knock at the door at around about a half past nine (it wasn’t his birthday – just a note to add detail; it also wasn’t a Tuesday). Duncan looked out of the window; but, as the window looked over the back garden and the door was at the front of the house, this didn’t help.
Duncan tried to open the front door. Then he decided to unlock it and try again. He unlocked the front door; then, he tried to open it, again.
Funnily, it opened this time (now that he had unlocked it). It was one of those stable doors (much better than the unstable ones) and you could open up a half of it, or both halves (or neither). Duncan opened up the bottom half and was greeted by a pair of legs (including ankles and accompanying booted feet).
“Hello!” greeted Duncan. “Can I help you?” (He was very polite)
A voice travelled under the door to reach his ears (it was the best available route) “Yes, I am looking for a Dormouse who goes by the name of Duncan – Duncan the Dormouse.”
“That would be me!” Duncan became all excited. “I am Duncan – Duncan the Dormouse; although my real name is ‘Duncan Theodore’ and I am a mouse; but, well, things get lost in translation when documents are hand-written. And, when I was a small mouse (I still am, actually) my mother used to say to me ‘Duncan, if you live to a ripe old age like your grandma, I’ll be surprised – and. do you know what? No? Well, she was often surprised. “
“But, there’s me going on and on and… can I invite you in for a glass of water?”
“No, thank you.” came the voice. “I was just carrying out a census. I have all the information that I need; thank you, again.” and the voice left (taking the legs and booted feet with it.
Duncan stood for a short while. Then a long while. Then closed the door, sadly.
Then Duncan went and looked out of his window.