The Hole story

A rather strange tweet was gaining popularity in the ancient rat colonies of one of
Falmouth’s oldest hotels. Never had, been in the coveted royal generations of the
Mouseco dynasty a message of such an intensity been valued to such a severe
magnitude.(Not even the recruiting of a new pest controller had ruffled some
many fur coats at a time) After all no one was able to find an answer to princess
Gruyona”s, bizarre sickness, that was turning her frail and destitute every day’s
night.

His royal highness, Steelton the unhappy father of princess Gruyona, (May his
mouse tribe increase) was named after his Great grand father Steelton Senior,
who arrived on the windswept Cornish shores one fateful night clung to the
withering leather strap of a packet ship captain’s travel case. Life on board a
rocking ship has it’s highs, but to Steelton senior, in his ebbing days of bountiful
youth, setteling down was a vaguely unique inkling.

Falmouth life, in the days of packet ships was rather different. While horse carts
drove up and down the cobbled beach front pathways all day long, the street
lamps were fuelled with pressed local sardine oil from nearby pilchard presses.
Bar a few freak personality clashes; soon Steelton was a favorite name in every
mouse colony in Falmouth’s oldest hotel. Mustering up courage from his solid
rural upbringings up in the hinterlands of Merseyside, and working through every
weather pattern, come rain or shine (sometimes), in a very short period of time a
system was established to regularly ferry healthy seasonal food, and amenities
from every available food source to the mouse hole, deservedly crowning
Steelton the “Fromage King” (No one really bothered where this denomination
first got postulated)

Marrying was never high on the agenda for King Steelton senior .When one
fateful summer evening, the beautiful blond mane of a shy Cornish belle caught
his leary eyes at the infamous wine cellar, and Love was bound to happen at first
sight! A few more precontrived trips later, Steelton senior got married with full
stately pomp and gaiety, to the apple of his eyes at the Mouse bank suite. King
Steelton’s affinity for the queen was second only to one, his love for good
cheese. Years of experience and a refined palette had made King Steelton a
master Cheese taster.

The story of Steelton’s love for cheese was an open secret. Novelties from near
and far would travel miles to marvel the sheer variety of choice on offer at King
Steelton’s yearly cheese balls. As time passed by the love for King Steelton’s
beloved queen, gave way to a lasting memento in the form of Steelton junior.
Happy and blessed as he was, Steelton Junior grew up into a fine young mouse
with every fine feature to aim for becoming Mr.Mousiverse.
Through skillful and meticulous trainings and proper timely education, Prince
Steelton Junior was rightfully crowned the King of the Mouseco dynasty after an
untimely demise of his holy beloved father: who was found choked blue one
morning with gory maggots sticking out of his guts. with a half finished block of
cheese of foreign origin saying a tale better left untold…Through divinely
destined trials and tribulations and a rich tapestry of Cornish life experiences,
King Steelton kept the spirit of his ancestor alive, in the form of his love for good
cheese. It was anybody’s guess thus, when he named his youngest daughter,
Gruyona, who was born out of a union between him and the daughter of a
neighboring country Hotel’s only princess.

Princess Gruyona, to begin with was as healthy as any other mouse ling in the
colony weighing just under a whopping eight micro mouse pounds, at birth. What
a lump it brought up Steelton junior’s throat watching his darling daughter smile
in sleep (this he thought was worth more than a thousand mousigrams of aged
cheddar cheese and country chutney).As days passed by and the national
Weather forecast became more and more predictably inaccurate, the happy
princess of Mouseco dynasty started growing into a sibling of fine royal pedigree.

It was only on one fine bank holiday, upon a royal trip to the nearby sea shores
that Gruyona started showing off symptoms of severe weakness and frailty.
Ruling out doubts of weather change and possible contamination, the cause of
such an uninvited problem was finally rooted to the princess attending a birthday
party the previous night in a nearby dynasty and consuming Cheesy twists, for
fun. Never before had the word allergy featured in any royal scientific almanacs
in the much cherished past of the dynasty.

News was spreading fast, across every neighboring mousiverse.. A rather

strange tweet was gaining popularity in the ancient rat colonies of one of
Falmouth’s oldest hotels. Never had, been in the coveted royal generations of the
Mouseco dynasty a message of such an intensity been valued to such a severe
magnitude………………………