CLAIR DE LUNE'S
The Part 16
But, how do you explain to Brother that it's a scary thing? For a dancer, she knew, there should be nothing more meaningful than Dance. Not a thing.
I'm a bad dancer, she said in a soft seagull voice.
Then he looked at Brother, sighed heavily, and felt tired. For he knew there were other evils, caves, dark valleys, and a mysterious seabed within him. He does not believe in himself. He felt like a chest that no one had opened. If he is careful and shuts himself down, maybe it does no harm to anyone.
But what if he opens up?
The caves! Sad speech. Dark valley! Foundational
the ocean!
“Clair-de-Lune!” brother Inchmahome.
And Clair-de-Lune looked up at him, surprised.
Because he heard a new tone in Brother's voice, and this new tone stopped his sad thoughts. Now he forgot his sadness
and sat staring at the Brother in amazement.
“Clair-de-Lune,” Brother Inchmahome— said and his eyes were so friendly, so calm, and so serious! And his voice is so warm, soft, and sure—“You're not evil. In your heart, you are good. Full of mountains and valleys, seas and deserts, vast skies and seabed, which contains
kindness! We can all make mistakes, sometimes big mistakes. And sometimes we don't know what we don't need to say. But you were given soul—and were given a voice. Speaking—talking the right thing about you,
what you think and feel—not wrong. And absolutely no evil may come out by talking like that.”
Clair-de-Lune looked at him.
Not at all? Ask with her eyes.
Brother Inchmahome shook his head firmly.
“Absolutely not,” said.
Clair-de-Lune looked down at the grass, her face tensed with busy thinking. How amazing this guy is! Could it be what
he said it was true? But, he thought, but…
“But now,” said Brother Inchmahome, “I must
give you a similar task. Everything you said to me wasn't the only reason why you couldn't talk, Clair-de-Lune. There's another reason. For tomorrow's task, think of another reason.”
# # #
In the cozy hole—even though sometimes a storm—behind the fringe board in the dark corner of the printing press where Bonaventure had his posters in print, Leonard, the rat who ran the printing press was in discussion with his wife.
“Bonaventure it's good—quite awesome. I mean, I myself don't see the future of that dance school, but every rat should have a dream— like you and me, my dear, but every rat should have a dream like you and me, when printing Shakespeare's Collection of Works for Rat—and I admired his passion and perseverance. There aren't many rats like him. But, about
Juliet-ku..”.
“About Juliet..” his wife said.
“He is so young,” Leonard said.
“Indeed,” says his wife.
“And dancing ballet is not important for his education—isn't he talented checking script.”
“Inimportant,” his wife assies.
“Dan,” Leonard concludes, “ada Cats inside
the building.”
“Enough already,” his wife confirms.
“I think we should ban,” says Leonard. “Try
please call him, Virginia.”
“Juliet, Dear?” call Virginia.
Juliet comes up from the corner, her mustache twitching, her,
expecting something. He was a small gray rat, no larger than a baby mouse, with large expressive eyes and a very long tail and
gracefully.
“Your father wants to tell you something, my dear.”
Juliet looked at her father expectantly.
“Juliet,” Leonard started, “my and your mother have
decided not to let you take a dance course with Monsieur Bonaventure.”
“Oh,” says Juliet in a slow voice.
“You are very young,” continued his father, “and there are Cats in the building. Your mother and I grew up with a cat, but you've never faced a cat before. Thankfully, there are no cats in this printing house. We don't think it's wise to let a rat as young as you go to danger just to dance on your toes. Don't disappoint. There will definitely be
another opportunity. And do you know, your future is wide? I might let you check out Henry VI's manuscript Part Three, if you promise to carefully examine it.”
But, there's not gonna be another chance to learn ballet, and Juliet knows it. He wiped away the tears that fell into his fur, and muttered, “Ya, Papa,” and went back into the hole in the corner of that space
it was his bedroom.
There he kept a piece of Bonaventure poster he had placed on the wall behind his bed, which was made of pieces of cloth
warm and soft, bird feathers, newspaper rips, and cotton.
Now he stared at the poster through his teary eyes and the bold letters that Bonaventure used, which had promised him new life, now looked blurry.
Juliet wants to dance! The news of the Bonaventure dance school feels like something so promising, something she has never experienced.
And now he's more disappointed than he ever was
endured it.
He never felt really interested in
printing business, even if the job is quite respectable. Juliet likes beauty and romantic things, but her parents, though kind, only attach great importance to intelligence. They want the rats to have a broad knowledge, insightful, and read a lot, and they dedicate their lives to this purpose. Seriate…
Juliet, even though she was a child, was not
I want to read Shakespeare. He prefers dancing with Bonaventure.
But he was a gentle and stoic mouse, who
respecting his parents. They are honorable rats. So, he did not cry—even though tears were shed and his throat felt so painful and painful. He just sat on his bed hugging his softest cotton, and tried to think about the problem in such a way as to make it feel easier.
“Maybe,” thought, “if I become a student, it is
it would deter other mice from joining the class, even though they needed dance lessons more than me. Maybe, if I knew
everything, I will know this is not the best for me.”
But, as rats of intellect, Leonard and
Virginia is still discussing their decision. One of their uniqueness as parents is, they can find as many arguments as possible to agree on a suggestion, as much as arguments to oppose it.
“He was very disappointed, yes?” leonard said to his wife.
“I didn't realize, dancing was really important to her,” Virginia agreed.
“Funny yeah, things she likes? Oh, but I thought,
it's up to him.”
“Do you, Leonard, Cats are a reality of life.”
“The most basic reality!” Leonard approved of his wife.
“And in the end he should know how to deal with it.”
“Crue. He must learn to be vigilant. And nimble moving with his feet.”
“And it is not a slow mouse.”
“Indeed no.”
They were silent for a moment.
Seriate…