CLAIR DE LUNE'S
The Part 21

What was that voice, that frightened him? Why is that voice so scary? What'd he like to say?

And for a moment, with his heart pounding, it felt like he was starting to hear something similar to words.

But then her grandmother made a loud voice.

“Clair-de-Lune! You know I don't like you

fumigating. Don't reflect, you'll be late for church!”

So, having lost his shock, Clair-de-Lune hurriedly picked up her lavender-scented white lace handkerchief, and a piece of dime for the offering, then kissed her grandmother and rushed towards the stairs.

As usual, he passed through the fourth floor located a stone door to the monastery, so he forgot how many rows of stairs had passed. When he arrived at the floor of Monsieur Dupoint, the third floor, where he saw Bonaventure waiting for him, his mustachioed nose came out of the hallway of the ballet school door.

“Cats are around here—I can kiss her,” she explains while appearing carefully. “Good morning, Mademoiselle Clair-de-Lune!” continued. “I think I miss you. May I accompany you to Holy Mass this morning? Frankly,” is added as *******-*****

her claws, “I'm too nervous to stay home.”

Clair-de-Lune raised it carefully. The mouse was trembling. Clair-de-Lune hugged her with her hands, lifting her up close

her face, and rubbed her cheeks gently on her fur. He felt his mustachioed nose tremble in his skin. Then, very gently, Clair-de-Lune kissed her forehead.

“Your support is very much appreciated,” said Bonaventure.

Carefully, Clair-de-Lune stuffed the rat into her skirt pocket. There the rat will feel comfortable because it can pull out its nose to breathe fresh air. Then Clair-de-Lune continued down the stairs.

The streets outside were empty and deserted, because on the day

There is no market on Sunday. The piece of sky above is blue, but the road is dimmed by shadows, cool and damp, because until noon the sunlight can not pass through the tall buildings that coincide. St Church. Mary was at the end of the street, her side facing this street.

Clair-de-Lune walked towards it. But, not yet three steps walk, the church bells are ringing, calling through the roofs of red buildings with the litchi.

Clair-de-Lune stood upright for a moment, and closed his eyes. He likes to hear the bells of the church. Sounds very brave. Then he rushed over, holding Bonaventure so as not to

fall down, cross the empty streets, go up the stairs and get inside the church.

In his usual place in the second row from behind, under the shade of a stone pole that resembled a tree trunk, Clair-de-Lune sat down with

hands were silver-gloved and neatly folded in her purple dress, and Bonaventure peeked through her fingers.

But while Clair-de-Lune and Bonaventure were sitting towards the beginning of Mass, some rats—one here, one there—in the whole theater area was getting ready to attend their first ballet class.

Margot and Rudolph have promised to meet

early in the morning on a window sill overgrown with flowers, belonged to a mother who lived not far from the Clair-de-Lune building. Now they are making out there, just like an engaged couple.

“You are ready for our ballet training

first?” margot whispered warmly in Rudolph's ear.

Rudolph gently stroked the pink ribbon around Margot's neck.

“Not really,” his sigh is happy. They love each other so much.

In the printing press, Leonard had been repeated over and over again

she went to a ballet course, but she was so excited that it was hard to concentrate.

The mouse in the cobbler's house, who was saving a piece or two of breadcrumbs every day, this time ate a pretty stale breakfast, though a bit stale, because he didn't want to faint in dance class. The mouse that lives in the Duke of Wellington building, who always eats enough breakfast,

is training some footwork, who knows he was asked to set an example later. The grieving rat had already started to set off towards the building his sorrow made his pace slow so he was afraid of being late. And the mouse

ceria was visiting her sick friend on her way to a dance course.

The mouse from the tailor's house is trying to decide what to wear.

And the black and beautiful-spirited silky mouse was still on its way through the village, still days away from its destination.

Meanwhile, in his seat at the church,

Clair-de-Lune was looking at anyone she knew. Of course only their backs seemed. But not so hard to recognize. There was Mrs Costello, wearing her old-fashioned Sunday hat, who trembled somewhat as she thought nervously. There was Mr. Kirk, the theatre actor, with black hair mixed with gray hair rather disheveled, his head

upright, easy to recognize because it is so tall. Then there was Miss Blossom, the singing teacher who, even though she was sitting, looked very upright as if her chest was bulging like a balloon. Clair-de-Lune thinks, they don't know me

it's here, 'cause I always sit in the back and sneak out before they leave. How about I wait, and smile at them as they pass me by? Will they return my smile?

Do I dare to do it?

His attention was so absorbed with that thought

it was so amazing that when the organ began to clatter in the number 492 hymn, it almost cried out in fear. But he quickly calmed down, stuffed Bonaventure back into his pocket, stood with the rest of the people, and moved his mouth according to the words in his songbook. When the song had been sung as loud as possible, their pastor, Doctor Balthazar Misslethwaite, said,

“Let's pray!” and they all knelt down while he led a long and loud prayer.

Then it was time for the first reading.

A man climbed up to the altar, pausing for a moment, and,

it says that the First Reading was taken from…

He read something that would change the life of Clair-de-Lune.

“If I speak,”ia reads, “with human or angelic tongues, but without love, I am but a clanging gong or a clinking canang.”.

Slowly, Clair-de-Lune straightened her seat and bowed forward. He was so surprised to hear the first sentence that

the next sentence escaped his attention. His mind tried to catch him. But among those strange and beautiful words, which

he heard it only:

“Still...”

“Still...”

“Still...”

However, he knew what he had just said. The verse says there is nothing more important than love. There aren't.

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