Rupert was a peaceful cat.
He lay in the sun all day, dreaming of nice things that walked on four
legs.
He was a playful cat.
One day, a small, timid mouse named Eggbert danced across Rupert's nose.
But Rupert wasn't upset at all. No, not at all.
He lay there calmly, wondering why Eggbert had two g's in his name.
He wondered if the mouse had a brother named Bacon.
Eggbert was a merry fellow. He danced and played and frolicked around
Rupert for quite a long time -- a long time, that is, for a mouse. He
twirled his tiny whiskers, and danced, and danced, thinking all the while
about New York Cheddar.
Rupert was glad that Eggbert had come to see him. He didn't mind the
dancing -- at least not for a little while.
After a bit, Rupert gazed out of the window, and dreamed of nice things
that walked on four legs.
He yawned and smiled, rather sleepily.
When Rupert glanced away from the window, Eggbert was nowhere to be
seen.
But Rupert didn't mind at all.
No, not at all, for Rupert's tummy was now full.
Peter Falkenberg Brown is passionate about writing, publishing and public speaking. He hopes that someday he can live up to his favorite motto: “Expressing God’s white-hot, transcendent love in all directions, every second of every day, creates an infinitely expanding sphere of heart.”
