Mouse-race.

Mr. Mouse was feeling good. It seemed that everything in his little mouse life was going just as a mouse could have hoped. Sure, he got caught up in some of the mental roadblocks of navigating his mouse life, but altogether, he was in a pretty good spot. Mr. Mouse always had good cheeses to eat, plenty of energy and health, and a sum of mouse wealth that allowed him to do most of the simple things in life he aspired to do. Mr. Mouse hadn’t always been this way. In fact, it was only recently that he had learned how to put life on easy mode and cruise almost frictionless through day to day existence. He used to navigate life by squeezing himself through a seemingly never-ending tunnel that was so tight he had no room to wiggle. That’s how his life had felt. Now Mr. Mouse only wiggles through tunnels for his own entertainment, knowing full well that regardless of whether the tunnel ends or does not, he is capable of navigating through it for as long as necessary. Knowing this, is enough to alleviate the friction that his mouse society expects him to be beaten down by. He feels free from the constraints that seem to hold back many other mice.