Monday, 15 April 2013
The Mesopotamian master of mazes
The Slightly eccentric A to Z blogging adventure of unknown and rather unpopular Modern fairy tales
M The Mesopotamian master of mazes
The Mesopotamian master of mazes was a majestic man whose mind was focused on the minute details of maze design and management. His magnificent mazes were known the world over from
Marrakesh to Manchester
and . He always made
models of his mazes and kept them in a Moorish Palace high in the mountains full of minarets and marble towers. One day
he was given the task of building the
most complex Maze ever
known to man by the King who had
made the momentous decision that
who ever could do the maze could Marry his beautiful daughter, the Princess.
The Maze was meticulously made and even magic
was said to be melded into the myriad of its paths. Many Many people tried to master the maze from mathematicians
to humble mechanics but all
failed and all missed the centre
by miles. Mali
Then one day as the Mesopotamian master of mazes was mussing over the magnificence of his master maze (one that by now had won medals), a mouse and a mole were passing and muttering. The Mesopotamian master of mazes was shocked to overhear the mouse and the mole saying how easily they could find the mazes middle if they were inclined to put their minds to it. The Mesopotamian master of mazes said this was madness they were merely a mouse and a mole. But the mole pointed to his mole hills and said “look at all my mounds of mud can you tell me how I managed to get here”, the Mesopotamian master of mazes looked and said “no but”. Then the mouse said I enter the kings castle everyday and climb to the kings room and never have to open any doors can you do that” and the Mesopotamian master of mazes said “no but”
So the mouse and the mole said they would find the middle and tell the Mesopotamian master of mazes what they saw, the mouse was fast and ran up and down each branch of the maze and as they found false routes the mole would mark it with a miniature muddy mound; both working meticulously until they found the middle in what appeared to be only a few minutes. On their return they told the Mesopotamian master of mazes they had seen a Moorish Palace high in the mountains full of minarets and marble towers and model mazes. The Mesopotamian master of mazes was mortified.
And so it was that the Kings daughter was married to a mouse and a Mole became a Grand Duke and the Mesopotamian master of mazes never made another maze ever again and took up music.