CLAIR DE LUNE'S
The Part 11

And when he wasn't thinking about it, he was worried

about asking permission.

At first happiness made him not anxious. But, now anxiety crept back up, like a cold little hand.

“Take a good look, Clair-de-Lune!” monsieur

Dupoint, when Clair-de-Lune missteps. Monsieur Dupoint spoke in a somewhat shocked tone, as he expected a lot from her. Two or three girls chuckled, happy that the golden boy, at least for a while, was disliked by his coach.

Surprised, Clair-de-Lune blushed in embarrassment and corrected her movements.

But, it would be a surprise Monsieur Dupoint if he could see what happened in the hole Bonaventure rats. Because, of course, every morning with Clair-de-Lune, Bonaventure followed the dance practice taught by Monsieur Dupoint. But—even though Bonaventure respected Monsieur Dupoint as a teacher and former famous dancer—ia was upset

he heard the man reprimanding his friend. Soon he left his practice and rushed to the door of his rat hole to see what was happening.

Dan—even though of course he was not seen by all the students of tari—ia shook his head staring

the poor ballet teacher rebuked Clair-de-Lune. “The child is learning to talk!” angry tweet. “What's the difference if he sticks out the wrong leg? Whichever leg he chooses, he does it beautifully!” However, later he calmed down and forgave Monsieur Dupoint because he was a teacher

ballet and right to reprimand his students.

If Clair-de-Lune really wants to say

something of course he can write a letter. If only his grandmother encouraged him to communicate, of course Clair-de-Lune very often wrote letters.

But, of course his grandmother did not encourage him, because according to him, the letter had the opportunity to bring friends—not to mention lover— is as effective as speech. (And indeed, there were countless letters of despair between La Lune and that unworthy youngster.) So, Clair-de-Lune only writes letters when it is necessary.

Such is the journey of destiny, at the end of the hour

lesson, after the class was dissolved, Monsieur Dupoint said, “Excuse me, Mr. Sparrow—I need to talk to you about the tempo of the Giselle song we used for that little enchonsement dance we were working on…” and in negotiations with Mr. Sparrow on the piano, he put some notes on the musical paper. Clair-de-Lune knew he could have borrowed a pencil and paper and

write him a short letter, asking permission to visit the monastery.

He hesitated.

“Clair-de-Lune!” monsieur Dupoint said

stared at him. “Still here? Don't be discouraged, my son—we dancers are also having fateful days. Eat a lot—you look skinny—and sleep fast. I hope tomorrow you dance well again!”

Clair-de-Lune bowed and moved away. Never mind, just ask Grandma for permission. But he knew it would be easier to deal with Monsieur Dupoint.

At lunchtime (well, just bread, black tea.

dilute, and a thin slice of sausage), Clair-de-Lune tries to ask her grandmother for permission to visit the monastery. He tried again at the beginning of the lesson, then at the end of the lesson, and when he came home from the market. But, each time, his courage was lost.

“Goodnight, son,” said his grandmother in the end

after dinner they had bread, milk, and a piece of lady fish (smaller than Minette's) boiled in a special kettle of fish.

And about Brother Inchmahome's question…

Why can't he talk?

Clair-de-Lune could not find any answer.

He's not happy anymore. Now he is sad, because

point.

But not all creatures felt hopeless that night. Because inside the three-story rat hole under the Clair-de-Lune residence, under the light of a small birthday candle that its original owner had thrown away,

Bonaventure is at work.

In the short time since making friends with

Clair-de-Lune, he considered the task of escorting the girl to Brother Inchmahome a Holy Duty.

However, he did not allow the task to interfere with his daily schedule. Because of that dream—founding a special Ballet School for rats—is a Sacred Task as well.

Right at that moment, he was preparing a lesson

his first.

It was a hard job, and it took a lot

imaginations.

First he had to pretend to be her

himself, as a teacher, stood in front of the class, explaining and exemplifying the exercises for his pretended class. He tried to speak clearly and maintain eye contact with his students.

Then he moved to a position in the middle of the class, turning around

direction and pretend to be a disciple trying to do what he just instructed. He tried to imagine the difficulties this mock class faced; and to remember what he found so challenging, when he first noticed the Monsieur Dupoint class.

Then he went back to the front of the class, turned again, and,

demonstrate more clearly and explain more fully. He carefully encouraged the disciples, and tried not to lose patience with himself.

Then he rushed towards the little notebook he left open on the floor, and, while looking down, made small notes.

He thanked Monsieur Dupoint, who unbeknownst to him had taught him how to teach well. The ballet teacher couldn't have taught any better, even if he had known the rat was watching him. But, Bonaventure also realized, some adaptations need to be done so that the teaching style of Monsieur Dupoint can really be useful for the class of mice.

Fortunately, creativity is one of the advantages

Bonaventure.

Not to mention his students—including him as

guru—all are beginners, have no predecessors. Because no one in the history of the art world, to the knowledge of Bonaventure, had ever taught classical ballet dance to a group of rats.

But after all Bonaventure felt quite capable of—even though he felt embarrassed too. Self-confidence—acted respect—also plays a role in

this thing.

The rat hole is getting less and less similar to the residence of a rat who admires ballet, but increasingly resembles a special dance school of rats. During this time Bonaventure has collected theater brochures that are no longer used. (It's easy for a rat who lives in a building in

seberang theatre). Over the past few days he painstakingly cut out pictures of beautiful dancers, and stuck them on the mirrors on the wall around the rat hole. It has also put

two pocket handkerchiefs (belonging to one who does not seek them anymore).

Seriate…