The Cat Theatre
It was London 1901, a rainy autumn evening and the darkness had just fallen. It was in the night when the time was most dangerous for us. We threw ourselves on the ground and disappeared into the darkness every time our noses smelled their sent or when we heard the sound of light paws trip on the cobbles. Of course we were afraid, we feared them more than anything else. They were smart and sneaky, they struck as soon as they got the chance. We mice have always been vulnerable, humans have always tried to get rid of us, but we are smarter than them so we survive. But when it comes to cats is it much more difficult. Their claws pierce our skin and they enjoy torturing us.
Eventually we mice decided that the murders must stop. We would stop the cats from killing. The task would be difficult but we had to try!
- Sir Thomas, wait!
I turned around and saw Keyla come running behind me.
- Good evening Keyla nice to see you. Beautiful whether we have today.
- Well Thomas you don’t have to be sarcastic, we would be happy if we even survive without dawning in this weather.
- Yea, you’re right. Was it anything you wanted to say?
- Yes, Mike and Sara is dead.
- Ooh, Keyla what can we do, we have lost so many of our kind lately. We have to think of some way to stop them.
- Thomas we are mice! It is impossible for us to kill a cat.
- We don’t have to kill Keyla. Maybe if we cut of their claws or something. It would probably make them more harmless. By the way, what were you going to do with several kilos of cat steak?
- Maybe their owners are interested in buying the meat….
- Eah..
- Thomas I’m just kidding. I think that it would make them more harmless, but still Thomas, how?!
- I’ll think about it.
Now we waded through the streets of London in knee high water. Suddenly we passed by one of London’s theatres and a sign outside gave instruction about tomorrow night’s show, I think that the play was about a wizard, but I didn’t know because I couldn’t read so well.
Then I got an idea.
- Keyla maybe we can start a theatre.
- A theatre?
- Yes, a cat theatre. Do you remember last winter when we went into the mayor’s house to search for some food and we saw his lazy cat lying in his wife’s lap to be petted?
- Yes, what do you mean?
- We saw how much the cat enjoyed being petted and how it constantly pulled down the claws in the wife’s fluffy dress. Maybe Keyla if we start a theatre and just do enjoy full plays the cats will react in the same way.
- And?
- If we build the floor of the theatre in a soft and thin material their claws will go through the floor witch will make it possible for us to cut them off on the other side. Tada easy.
- Impossible, you just made a wary long idea that won’t work.
- It is at least a plan, and I need your help.
She looked at me for a long time before she said:
- Okay I help you, but right now we have to get home, or we get flushed away.
- Your right, come on.
During this time we lived in a forgotten basement. It was very pleasant down there, warm, at least all seasons except at the winter. It was cozy there and Keyla and I lived there together with thirty other mice. Some where our relatives, others were families who moved in.
When I was young I saved the little orphan Keyla from being eaten by a big bird. Those were the days. I was strong, brave and clever. I raised Keyla as my own and ever since have we been together.
Now we walked into an alley between two houses and in one house it was a small crack in the wall, which led down to the basement we lived in.
- Keyla! Darling I’m so glad to see you.
- Maggie, me to. How are you?
- Fine as always.
It was Maggie. She and Keyla had a deep relation and Maggie was like a mother to her.
- Maggie, get everyone together, I have got an idea on how we can stop the cats from commit murder.
Keyla rolled her eyes, but Maggie was serious.
- Of course Thomas, I’m on my way.
Ten minutes later I was surrounded by all my friends and family and I started to speak.
- I want to start a theatre.
The crowd muttered something that I could not hear.
Now Keyla came up by my side and she started to speak.
- I know you all think what he says sounds crazy and that you all haven’t the slightest idea how starting a theatre can help us with the cat problem, but Thomas has always been an important member of the family and all his previous ideas have helped us earlier, so I think that we should do this. So dear Thomas tell us your idea.
- Thanks Keyla. Well as I said before, I want to start a theatre for cats run by us mice. We can rebuild a part of this basement. And all plays have to be great….
I told them my plan and how we would solve everything, and everyone actually wanted to help. So we started to work immediately.
The work took a long time and we didn’t finish until the beginning of the summer. The result became very good and our theatre looked just like the humans, well not really much smaller of course.
During the mounts that passed we raised up the floor where the theatre would be, we brought in electricity and a light bulb. We ran around in the rich neighborhoods and took everything we could use, the gold grain of all the finds was a large red silk fabric, which we used to the theatre curtain and on the floor. Now we were done and it was time for our first performance: The cat princes and the little frog.
- Thomas it is full out there, I can hear they purr. I’m actually nervous, what if they go up on stage and jaws me up.
- We must just hope that they won’t.
Keyla had the main role and she jumped up and down nervously.
- Everyone on their places, our first play starts in two minutes, said Windy- Jack in a megaphone.
- Keyla give them your charm and this will become the best show and cat theatre ever!
- Well just remember it was your idea if I become cat food tonight.
- Good luck!
- Thanks.
“Once upon a time…”
The play was a success! They purred of joy and pushed down there claws through the floor, so they came out on the outer side. All the mice that were not in the play ran under the floor and cut of the claws on the cats. And because the cats loved the show so much didn’t they noticed how they lost their claws.
We made one play every week and for every time we reached new audience records. Until that evening when Edward met Ketchup, London’s absolutely fastest and best mice killer cat.
He followed Edward several blocks without being discovered and in a dark alley he struck. But when he would take out his claws to kill Edward there was no claws, they were cut off.
- You have done this, I saw you on that cat theatre. I will kill you all, said Ketchup and then he let Edward go.
Edward ran home to us and told us about what had happened. We were concerned and the same night began suddenly the cat theatre to burn.
All of us got out from the basement but both the basement and the house above burned down to the ground.
We all know that it was the cats that had set the building on fire. We now had no place to go, but even if we had lost everything we continued whit our plays ( but on moving weal’s) and so we still do today.
It’s the thing about us mice, we survive.
/ By me, original fairy tail- 3/6 2015
The Cat Theatre (en engelsk saga)
Barn KommenteraThe Cat Theatre
It was London 1901, a rainy autumn evening and the darkness had just fallen. It was in the night when the time was most dangerous for us. We threw ourselves on the ground and disappeared into the darkness every time our noses smelled their sent or when we heard the sound of light paws trip on the cobbles. Of course we were afraid, we feared them more than anything else. They were smart and sneaky, they struck as soon as they got the chance. We mice have always been vulnerable, humans have always tried to get rid of us, but we are smarter than them so we survive. But when it comes to cats is it much more difficult. Their claws pierce our skin and they enjoy torturing us.
Eventually we mice decided that the murders must stop. We would stop the cats from killing. The task would be difficult but we had to try!
- Sir Thomas, wait!
I turned around and saw Keyla come running behind me.
- Good evening Keyla nice to see you. Beautiful whether we have today.
- Well Thomas you don’t have to be sarcastic, we would be happy if we even survive without dawning in this weather.
- Yea, you’re right. Was it anything you wanted to say?
- Yes, Mike and Sara is dead.
- Ooh, Keyla what can we do, we have lost so many of our kind lately. We have to think of some way to stop them.
- Thomas we are mice! It is impossible for us to kill a cat.
- We don’t have to kill Keyla. Maybe if we cut of their claws or something. It would probably make them more harmless. By the way, what were you going to do with several kilos of cat steak?
- Maybe their owners are interested in buying the meat….
- Eah..
- Thomas I’m just kidding. I think that it would make them more harmless, but still Thomas, how?!
- I’ll think about it.
Now we waded through the streets of London in knee high water. Suddenly we passed by one of London’s theatres and a sign outside gave instruction about tomorrow night’s show, I think that the play was about a wizard, but I didn’t know because I couldn’t read so well.
Then I got an idea.
- Keyla maybe we can start a theatre.
- A theatre?
- Yes, a cat theatre. Do you remember last winter when we went into the mayor’s house to search for some food and we saw his lazy cat lying in his wife’s lap to be petted?
- Yes, what do you mean?
- We saw how much the cat enjoyed being petted and how it constantly pulled down the claws in the wife’s fluffy dress. Maybe Keyla if we start a theatre and just do enjoy full plays the cats will react in the same way.
- And?
- If we build the floor of the theatre in a soft and thin material their claws will go through the floor witch will make it possible for us to cut them off on the other side. Tada easy.
- Impossible, you just made a wary long idea that won’t work.
- It is at least a plan, and I need your help.
She looked at me for a long time before she said:
- Okay I help you, but right now we have to get home, or we get flushed away.
- Your right, come on.
During this time we lived in a forgotten basement. It was very pleasant down there, warm, at least all seasons except at the winter. It was cozy there and Keyla and I lived there together with thirty other mice. Some where our relatives, others were families who moved in.
When I was young I saved the little orphan Keyla from being eaten by a big bird. Those were the days. I was strong, brave and clever. I raised Keyla as my own and ever since have we been together.
Now we walked into an alley between two houses and in one house it was a small crack in the wall, which led down to the basement we lived in.
- Keyla! Darling I’m so glad to see you.
- Maggie, me to. How are you?
- Fine as always.
It was Maggie. She and Keyla had a deep relation and Maggie was like a mother to her.
- Maggie, get everyone together, I have got an idea on how we can stop the cats from commit murder.
Keyla rolled her eyes, but Maggie was serious.
- Of course Thomas, I’m on my way.
Ten minutes later I was surrounded by all my friends and family and I started to speak.
- I want to start a theatre.
The crowd muttered something that I could not hear.
Now Keyla came up by my side and she started to speak.
- I know you all think what he says sounds crazy and that you all haven’t the slightest idea how starting a theatre can help us with the cat problem, but Thomas has always been an important member of the family and all his previous ideas have helped us earlier, so I think that we should do this. So dear Thomas tell us your idea.
- Thanks Keyla. Well as I said before, I want to start a theatre for cats run by us mice. We can rebuild a part of this basement. And all plays have to be great….
I told them my plan and how we would solve everything, and everyone actually wanted to help. So we started to work immediately.
The work took a long time and we didn’t finish until the beginning of the summer. The result became very good and our theatre looked just like the humans, well not really much smaller of course.
During the mounts that passed we raised up the floor where the theatre would be, we brought in electricity and a light bulb. We ran around in the rich neighborhoods and took everything we could use, the gold grain of all the finds was a large red silk fabric, which we used to the theatre curtain and on the floor. Now we were done and it was time for our first performance: The cat princes and the little frog.
- Thomas it is full out there, I can hear they purr. I’m actually nervous, what if they go up on stage and jaws me up.
- We must just hope that they won’t.
Keyla had the main role and she jumped up and down nervously.
- Everyone on their places, our first play starts in two minutes, said Windy- Jack in a megaphone.
- Keyla give them your charm and this will become the best show and cat theatre ever!
- Well just remember it was your idea if I become cat food tonight.
- Good luck!
- Thanks.
“Once upon a time…”
The play was a success! They purred of joy and pushed down there claws through the floor, so they came out on the outer side. All the mice that were not in the play ran under the floor and cut of the claws on the cats. And because the cats loved the show so much didn’t they noticed how they lost their claws.
We made one play every week and for every time we reached new audience records. Until that evening when Edward met Ketchup, London’s absolutely fastest and best mice killer cat.
He followed Edward several blocks without being discovered and in a dark alley he struck. But when he would take out his claws to kill Edward there was no claws, they were cut off.
- You have done this, I saw you on that cat theatre. I will kill you all, said Ketchup and then he let Edward go.
Edward ran home to us and told us about what had happened. We were concerned and the same night began suddenly the cat theatre to burn.
All of us got out from the basement but both the basement and the house above burned down to the ground.
We all know that it was the cats that had set the building on fire. We now had no place to go, but even if we had lost everything we continued whit our plays ( but on moving weal’s) and so we still do today.
It’s the thing about us mice, we survive.
/ By me, original fairy tail- 3/6 2015