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The Tower
Malcolm had been a prisoner in the tower for longer than he could remember—so long, in fact, he couldn't even remember why he was there. He never saw his captors or heard them speak. The only contact he had with them was a slot at the bottom of one wall through which a tray of food was slid twice a day. From time to time, Malcolm would bend down, put his mouth near the slot, and call out to someone, anyone. He would have welcomed hearing even mean or cruel words in response to his voice, but there was never a sound. Malcolm had thought about escaping this lonely existence. There was one small window in the room, and Malcolm suspected he could just squeeze through the bars if he wiggled enough. The ground was too far below, though, for him to survive a jump, so in his little prison he stayed. 11From time to time, Malcolm would see mice scampering along the edges of his cell. At first they all looked the same, but over time he could tell them apart and knew there were four in all. He gave each one a name: Stanton, Crispin, Roderick, and Emil. He would talk to them, and often, he felt they would talk back. Malcolm sometimes had long, drawn-out conversations and even heated debates with the mice. “I hear where you're coming from, Emil,” he would say, “but Stanton has also made some very good points.” After a while, the four mice would wake him in the morning, eagerly rubbing their whiskers against his cheek, squeaking with delight when he opened his eyes. Just knowing they liked him brought joy to his otherwise dreary existence. Years passed, and Malcolm's head began balding. His beard, however, grew and grew until it was long enough to drag behind him. One day, as he was thinking of stories he could tell the mice, he remembered the story of Rapunzel and how she had used her hair as a rope. He immediately tied the tip of his beard to one of the window bars. He tucked Stanton, Crispin, Roderick and Emil into his pockets. Because he'd grown so thin, it wasn't hard to squeeze between the bars of the window. “We're off to see the world,” he whispered to the mice and, clinging to his own long whiskers, he began to slowly let himself down to the ground below. In the story, “The Tower,” the mice represent:
A being trapped.
B civilization.
C beauty.
D animals.