When you go back to the days of yore,
You may find new things you've never seen before.
This is the story of a mimogene,
A type of animal you've never seen.
In his day, he was quite the norm,
But that was before the big, huge storm.
Gathering nuts was the mimogene's only chore,
Back in those days, you couldn't go to a store.
Some said that mimogenes were mean,
And always wanted to cause a scene.
Harry's temperament took another form,
Some would say, he was practically warm.
Harry was normal with his large eyes in the fore,
Only his drab gray color was any kind of a bore.
In mimogene years, Harry was only a teen,
For the good life, he was very keen.
His species, he wanted to reform,
And make happiness the new mimogene norm.
Huge, giant waves crashed to the shore,
All the forest knew what was in store.
Harry's days of hunting were lean,
He could only find one bean.
In blew the biggest storm,
Harry only wanted to be warm.
Soaked to his very core,
Going with the animal lore,
Harry started to make a scene,
In pushing the animals to safety - he was quite mean.
Harry the mimogene was no more,
He had given his life for
The others who thought him mean,
And only wanting to cause a scene.
Washed away with the storm,
Harry's life was one of reform.
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Author Notes
My rhyming story felt forced, but speaking of a mythical creature I invented felt JUST right. Thank you, raineyknightartwork for your work - Salt. It seemed to fit the picture in my mind.
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