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Once upon a squeaky time, in a cozy little burrow under the floorboards of a quiet library, lived a young mouse named Milo.
Milo wasn't just any mouse-he had the biggest ears in the neighborhood, and an even bigger imagination. But lately, he'd been having the strangest dreams.
Every night, Milo dreamt he was being led through mysterious mazes-twisting paths of cheese walls, sliding trapdoors made of crackers, and bridges built from spaghetti noodles!
But someone was always helping him... someone he couldn't quite see.
One day, curious and a little puzzled, Milo decided to visit the wisest mouse in the warren: Dr. Squeaksalot, the mouse therapist.
With a clipboard in paw and spectacles perched on his snout, Dr. Squeaksalot listened as Milo flopped on the cheese-colored couch and spilled his whiskery thoughts.
"And then... they showed me... adventures," Milo squeaked, eyes wide with wonder. "They showed me how to navigate mazes... just to help me learn!"
Dr. Squeaksalot gently smiled and tapped the maze drawing on his clipboard.
"Ah, young Milo," he said.
"Those dreams? They're not just dreams. They're Memory Mazes.
Your mind is remembering all the ways your ancestors taught you how to survive, explore, and thrive.
It's the wisdom of the mice that came before you-sneaky, clever, kind.
You are learning because they believe in you."
Milo's eyes sparkled. "So I'm not lost in the maze... I'm being guided?"
"Exactly," said Dr. Squeaksalot. "And one day, you'll be the guide in someone else's maze."
That night, Milo curled up in his warm nest of shredded book pages and sunflower seed shells.
He smiled, heart full, tail curled tight.
The maze would come again-but this time, he wouldn't be afraid.
Because he knew: every twist and turn had a purpose. And he was never truly alone.
The End.