{"sf1_id":577796,"sf2_id":"rnalQ9Jm","title":"Namath Walker == Part One, Chapter One","author":"Care A Lot","words":306,"posted_at":"2013-08-17T18:27:00.000Z","tags":["M/F","Magic","The Secret of NIMH","travelling"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/577796-namath-walker-part-one-chapter-one","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rnalQ9Jm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a4/ab/a4aba3bf-cf18-467d-9a4c-a691db216c97","description":"All rights to \"The Secret of NIMH\" belong to the creators of the original story, which is Robert C. O' Brien, and, following, Don Bluth.","content":"\"Well, children, now you've all gone, and done it,\" sighed Mrs. Jonathan Brisby, as Auntie Shrew left, in a justifiable tizzy.\u0026nbsp; \"Auntie Shrew is our friend.\"\n\n\"Auntie Shrew is a ---\", began Martin, thirteen years old, and full of pompous anger, and spunk.\n\n\"Be quiet, Martin.\u0026nbsp; Now I will not have you causing any more discord in this house.\u0026nbsp; Timothy is sick.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\*\n\nOutside, a man, white of skin, long gray hair, piercing steel gray eyes, and a superior ability to whisper with most animals, overheard the conversation going on beneath in the stone near the garden hedge.\u0026nbsp; Timothy was sick, and from other information gathered, pneumonia was the problem.\u0026nbsp; Pneumonia was not the Brisby's solo problem, however; Moving Day was coming, and with it, the tractor, and the need to move their cinder block before the tractor would pass over them, sooner than later, he presumed.\u0026nbsp;\n\nNamath Walker was a traveler of the earth and a traveler of the earth indeed for many, many days.\u0026nbsp; For how many days, no one did not quite know, but if I were to make a guess, at least 20,000 years long, give or take more or less.\u0026nbsp; Namath had been all over the world, and still he did not know everything, or nor did he care to.\u0026nbsp; Truth be told, Mr. Namath Walker felt it was best to know less; that the ability to keep his mind vacant of trivial knowledge, and carnal wisdom, gave more space to feel with the heart.\u0026nbsp;\n\nNow, the gray haired man used his saved energy, which was in place of his lack of trivial intellect, and believed him to be small, and, quite mouse like.\u0026nbsp; Thus, did he create himself to be quite perfect the size to walk through the opening of the cinder block, and make his entrance, following a knock.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}