Size Matters! Ask Mickey Mouse...

So, I recently had dinner with my brother and his daughters. We had a heated discussion about the approximate size of Mickey Mouse. Yes, we both need to get lives.

He insisted Mickey Mouse is the size of a real mouse. I, defiantly, stood my ground and explained to my brother, Mickey Mouse is about five feet tall.

Let's weigh the evidence. Mickey has a dog named Pluto. Mickey's larger than Pluto, keeps him on a leash and appears to be a relatively good dog-owner. At least he doesn't dress Pluto in Halloween costumes. Plus, I believe I've seen Mickey drive a car, at least in cartoons.

My brother's defense? He said "Mickey Mouse on Ice" is not indicative of Mickey's real size. He stared at me disbelievingly and said, "those guys on skates aren't real. You KNOW that, right?" He said this in the similar, solemn way he once told me Santa wasn't real. There's no arguing with my brother.

The only problem with my rock-solid argument is...how does "Goofy" fit into my vision of the Disney world? He's a dog as well. I think. Yet, he walks upright, speaks (unlike Pluto) and appears to be a well-adjusted--yet, slightly stupid--individual. Of course I didn't bring this up during our lively debate. No sense adding fuel to the fire of my brother thinking I'm an idiot.

This argument has thrown everything I thought I knew into a tizzy. I lay awake at night, pondering the size of Mickey Mouse. Surely, a sentient mouse who walks a dog is human size. Yet...in the back of my mind, I find myself questioning it.

I know this isn't important in the larger spectrum of life (outside of the Disney empire), but I'm due for a good night's sleep, free of worry from large creatures who haunt my dreams.

Such as the various beasties, spooks, and creepy things that go bump in the night to be found in my short story collection, Twisted Tales from Tornado Alley to be found here.