The bottle contained a perfectly respectable ship.
It also contained a perfectly unnecessary storm.
Nobody understood how this happened.
The bottle certainly didn’t.
The ship had never left the shelf.
The water had never met actual weather.
The sailors had never received a forecast.
Yet every Tuesday afternoon, the situation became dramatic.
One sailor would point at the horizon.
There wasn’t one.
The other sailor would begin preparing for disaster.
There wasn’t any.
The waves grew larger.
The panic grew larger.
The bottle remained exactly the same size.
Several visitors suggested removing the cork.
The sailors refused.
“What if things get worse?”
Nobody knew how.
The entire universe available to them measured roughly twelve inches tall.
Still, they remained cautious.
One day an old mouse examined the bottle closely.
“You know,” he said, “the storm might be inside your heads.”
The sailors considered this.
Then a particularly alarming thought arrived.
Immediately the waves doubled.
The mouse sighed.
Years later the storm continued.
Not because the bottle was dangerous.
Not because the sea was dangerous.
But because imagination had discovered it could create weather.
And once imagination learns a trick like that,
it becomes unbearably enthusiastic.
💛
The bottle never leaked.
The ship never sank.
The storm never stopped.
Some hobbies are like that. 😄
Livora Gracely 
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