The awe and paw waltz
Mathures Paul LONG ago, in the town of Gemsville, lived a little mouse named Cymbal and a long moustachioed cat, Drumstick. Through the day the two played hide-and-seek. Cymbal hid and Drumstick sought. Cymbal ran, Drumstick chased. Day in and day out, year in and year out, the story remained the same.Cymbal had a failing, a noteworthy failing. Each time the master of the house played the waltz, Cymbal left his cubbyhole to glide across the floor. A greedy Drumstick awaited these moments to lick his puny friend. But when the music stopped, so did the mouse. One fine day, the master left for London to play before the Queen, leaving a dark cloud over Drumstick. No music, no Cymbal. No Cymbal, no lunch. The hairy cat paced the halls, time and again, looking for a devious plan. Suddenly, a plan struck Drumstick like a thunderbolt."Why don’t I play the piano, eh? He he he he he. Hubba hubba." The mischievous smile became a horrid laugh as Drumstick hoofed it to the attic to practi...