I asked myself if there was anyone I knew who could write one page short stories. After a few days reflection, I realized I did know someone who did it, and did it well: good old Aesop. So why couldn't I write in that style instead? I could, and I did.
I'm actually pretty proud of this one:
Cat and the Cluricaune
The first Cat was nearly asleep upon the hearth in the first House of Man when she saw movement in the corner of her eye. She stared but naught was there. Laying her head back down, her eyes mere slits, she again glimpsed motion. Up she jumped, and pounced upon the blur before it could escape. Peeking under her paw she found she'd caught a Cluricaune. Gripped in his hands was the Mistress's golden ring"Let me go," the wee man cried, "and I'll grant you a wish." Cat was true of heart and said, "Grant me Sight to see the likes of you straight-on, so I can better defend this home." "Your wish is granted," the Cluricaune announced. Cat released him. He doffed his feathered green cap to her and began to swagger off, the golden ring upon his shoulder. At once Cat was again upon him, her claws against his chest.
The Cluricaune glowered, crying, "You renege on our bargain?" "Our bargain is kept, " said Cat. "You I free, but the ring I shall have back, for it is my Mistress's." Cat bared her teeth and lifted the ring from the Cluricaune's shoulder. Her breath was on his face and her teeth brushed just so against his neck. "You've not won," he cried as he scampered to a hole in the floorboard. "Your newfound sight will damn you for a fool."
And so today the children of Cat stare at the invisible and chase what does not seem to be there. The children of the Cluricaune forever taunt the progeny of Cat, trying to make them seem foolish in the eyes of Men, whom cats still serve and love. Yet because cats remain true of heart, their people still set milk at the hearth for them and love them, even when they do not understand.
This actually fits exactly on a single page when double spaced. This one's for Jinco.