Archive for March 30th, 2012
Who are you Really? ©
A miller had three sons and a cat. The miller after a lifetime of industry died from overwork. Since his death was so sudden he had not made a will and as soon as the sire was laid to rest Pierre, the eldest son called his brothers to divide the earthly belongings of the father. Naturally he took the mill and the grounds surrounding it. His younger brother Gervais got all the furniture he could not use. Since he had learnt a trade as carpenter he accepted the broken chairs, bedstead and other furniture the eldest had dumped into his lap. They turned to Carlos the youngest and said, ‘You are a queer one! Always day dreaming and roaming outdoors.We leave you castles in Spain.’ How they laughed at him! Carlos was not one of them as far as they looked at the runt of the family.
They would have turned him out without anything but the cat meeowed meaningfully.
The eldest son stamped his foot angrily. ‘Look at this preposterous cat! Who but the never-do- well Carlos would have thought it up!’
The two brothers pointed to the ginger cat and the ball of wool was indeed tangled around his paws.
The cat meeowed this time Carlos caught its eye. Carlos diffidently asked if he could take the cat with him.
‘Oh sure!’ Carlos picked up the cat and walked out. The two brothers were relieved that they had washed their hands off a boy whom they could not fathom.
Carlos asked the cat if he would teach him how to catch rats. ‘The Grand Turk of Golden Horn will pay handsomely if his palace were rid of rats’.
In answer to that the cat meeowed thrice. There stood before the awe-struck Carlos a ginger cat with a black velvety wide-brimmed hat with ostrich plumes. His dress was as unusual as his hat. ‘A cavalier non-pareil I am’. He twirled his ebony stick to match the color of his hat. The way he let the sun pick out silver filigree work on a knob embossed with beaten silver, and it was dashing! Carlos stood there goggle eyed and pointed to his paws and spluttered,’ Puss, you have even boots!’
Puss laughed uproriously and said, ‘I washed them in champagne and my paws can dig into it and feel wonderful.’ Indeed! whoever heard of boots made supple with champagne! Or a puss swagger as he was born to make a splash wherever he went!
Carlos ventured to ask,’You have nine lives whereas..’
Puss-in-boots tut-tutted him and said grandly,’mon ami,how do you know you haven’t?’
‘Either you dare or to the dumps feet first.’
The manner Puss-in- boots said it was a masterstroke.
The Puss-in-boots was a tough act to follow. Standing on the road leading from the mill Carlos suddenly stood erect and said,’I am marquis de Carabas!
He had only one doubt. ‘Why didn’t you leave the Mill any sooner Puss-in-boots?’
The puss-in- boots meeowed expensively,’ I was waiting for you.’
‘For me?’ Carlos was mystified.
Puss-in- boots explained,’ I wanted you to realize who you really was. ‘He turned to face him and asked,’Who are you, Carlos?’
‘Oh no, not Carlos!’ said the boy,’I am marquis de Carabas’.
‘Ok then we are on the road to riches, fame and eternal brotherhood!
Thus they went off.( Based on a Charles Perrault tale)