Michael Maloney's One Great Moment
Many, many minutes ago, on a monstrous mountain of mud, Michael Maloney faced a moment ,that mattered more than he knew.
The rain fell like a raging river. The mud was washing away.
The Middlin Mutters were ready to march, at the foot of the monstrous mud mound.
The Master Mutters were gathered together at the top of the ill-fated mountain, trying to save the Miniscule Mutters stuck in the mountains middle.
Michael Maloney stood on a mound, about the muds mid-mile. Smaller in size than the other Middlins, he'd managed to fall far behind.
His friends called out, "Move faster Maloney, the river is rising fast."
Michael looked up to check if the Masters were leading the Miniscules down.
He heard the Masters talk of the fate of the Miniscule Mutters inside. It seems the mud had blocked the way and the Masters were now much to large, to reach the lever to lower the bridge the Miniscules needed to cross.
Mutter tradition had always said; "Middlin Mutters ,due to inferior size, were unable to handle a Mutter Matter.", so the Middlins marched away.
Maloney was torn by the decision before him, for the Miniscules cries could be heard. Even though tradition strictly forbid it, he turned and climbed back up the mountain.
The Masters were shocked when Michael arrived and squiggled into the muds middle.
The Miniscules cheered as they crossed the bridge that Michael Maloney had mastered.
All of the Mutters were saved that day, the Miniscules, Middlins, and Masters.
But what became of Michael Maloney, who was small even for a Middlin?
From that day onward he was known as a Master and Mutter tradition was changed. No longer was size the only thing that Mutters thought to matter.
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