"I'm hungry too, mama," he whined. His words fell on deaf ears again.
He was in a warm, cozy cottage, lowly lit and filled with the scent of delicious edibles that made his stomach ache with need. Seated at the dining table, a large wooden thing decorated with a lone blue candle and fine cloth, seated a beautiful woman and four children: their faces were blurred, so he could not determine gender. Try as he might, yelling and waving his arms, none of the dining family even looked up from each other, laughing and feasting... on what he could not tell. Perhaps they just didn't have enough food to go around! Yeah, that's it!
"I'm going to the river to catch a fish. With my bare hands, if I have to," he whispered, his mind filled with the thought of catching a huge trout. He'd feast, and people would be proud.
His sight swam. Thinking it to be unshed tears, he brought his forearm to his eyes to wipe them away. When he pulled the limb away, however, his eyesight was crystal clear: It was a full moon, casting silvery light on a grassy field filled with moon flowers in full bloom, their giant white blossoms a pleasant sight. Perhaps he would pick some... it would make her smile, wouldn't it? His eyes on the star-filled sky, he began to cast his line into the river. When he picked up a fishing pole, he'd never know. Small creatures materialized in the grass, standing on their tiny hind legs and wiggling their whiskers.
"You're really cool," said a little field mouse of a strange blue color, peering up at him in admiration with small, glittering eyes.
"You're the smartest!" Chirped a yellow.
The third mouse with red fur only nodded.
"HAH! I am, aren't I?" He said to himself, grinning from ear to ear now. Just then, he felt a tug on his fishing line. A bite! There was going to be fish tonight! There was a great rumble of the earth when he gave a yank of the fishing pole to surface his catch, and at the hook was... something dark he could not identify.
WHAP. It struck him in the forehead and he was out cold.