Inside Buddy Foster's World
Today I post my third Christmas story. Today’s story is for Norah and Freddie.
Nessie, Furry Pants, and Mr. Whiskers
Nessie was a little white mouse who lived at Clawsland with Santa and Mrs. Claws and a lot of cats and mice. Nessie was still a young mouse but she was old enough to work in Santa’s workshop doing some rudimentary tasks. She was very proud to work for Santa and she enjoyed being with the other mice in the workshop.
Furry Pants was a little white kitten. He was not a baby kitten but you would not call him a cat yet. Furry Pants’ daddy was one of Santa’s reincats for the coming year and he was very proud of that. They got to live in a special room with fluffy pillows and blankets, a warm fire and only the best of food. Furry pants did not have a job because kittens did not start working as early as young mice.
Nessie and Furry Pants had lots of friends, both kittens and mice , but they were best friends. Furry Pants was lonely when Nessie was at the workshop, and Nessie wished that Furry Pants could join her in her work.
Many mice worked in Santa Claws’ workshop, doing all sorts of jobs. Some days Nessie glued paper bags together. She loved doing this because she knew how much Furry Pants liked to play with paper bags. Sometimes she got her paws full of glue, though. Other days her job was to hold large sheets of silk as the older mice cut them into thin strips of ribbon. Nessie longed for the day when she could do the cutting, but for now she was too young to use the extra sharp scissors.
Her favourite task was helping the big mice mix the colours to paint the gift bags. Nessie knew that yellow and blue made green. Sometimes they added more blue or more yellow to change the colour of the green. Sometimes they allowed her to use white paint to make the colours lighter, and black to make them darker. Nessie could mix yellow and red to make orange and red and blue to make purple. What fun she had! And how she wished Furry Pants could join her!
Furry Pants, meanwhile, was helping his Mommy and Mrs. Claus make cat treats. It was fun but he still thought of the workshop. One day Nessie came up with a way for Furry Pants to experience the wonders of working in the workshop. Mr Whiskers, the supervisor of the mice in the workshop, was near sighted and had trouble telling one mouse from another. Perhaps he would have trouble telling a kitten from a mouse. So it was decided that Furry Pants would take Nessie’s place in the workshop. The other mice all agreed to it if it were for just one day.
The day came and Furry Pants was having a wonderful day in the workshop. Mr Whiskers passed by several times but did not notice anything wrong. But then a terrible thing happened. Mr Whiskers announced that he was having a surprise test to see if the mice could perform certain skills.
“First,” said Mr. Whiskers, “I want all you to make a perfect mouse sound.”
Every mouse in the workshop said, “Eek.” But Furry Pants said “Meowk”
“You!” Mr Whiskers said, pointing at Furry Pants. “That’s one point against you.”
“Next,” said Mr Whiskers, “we are doing the tail examinations.”
All the mice had long slim tails. When it was Furry Pants’ turn to be inspected, Mr. Whiskers noticed that Furry Pants’ tail was fat and furry. “That’s two points against you,” he said.
Finally it was the test to see if they could fit into a mouse hole in the wall. Everyone passed, of course, but Furry Pants. He tried to fit his head in the hole, then his paws, even his tail but he could not get through.
“That’s it,” said Mr Whiskers. “You are dismissed.”
Furry Pants was distraught. What would Nessie say? Her job was lost and it was Furry Pants’ fault.
“Don’t worry, Furry Pants,” said Nessie when he told her. “I know what we can do.”
The next day, Nessie went to work as usual. When Mr. Whiskers saw her he said, “What are you doing here? You were dismissed for not having mousey qualities.”
“Please,” said Nessie. “May I have one more try?”
“Okay,” said Mr. Whiskers. “Say eek.”
“Eek,” said Nessie.
“Show me your tail,” said Mr Whiskers. Nessie showed him her perfect tail.
“Squeeze through that mouse hole,” said Mr. Whiskers. Nessie squeezed through easily.
“Well,” said Mr. Whiskers. “I must have dreamed that I dismissed you. Go back to work.”
So Nessie got her job back, Furry Pants was happy because he had worked in the workshop, and the two continued to be good friends.
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