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Sweetie says, "It's about a rat who becomes a coachman and helps this girl, Cinderella, get to the ball so she can meet the prince so that the two of them can live happily ever after. It's my favorite."
This sounds vaguely familiar, but I can't remember all the details. I ask, "Cinderella and the rat live happily ever after? Or the prince and the rat? Does the rat play with the ball? Is it one of those really bouncy balls or is it the kind that people toss back and forth to each other?"
Sweetie looks confused, so maybe he can't remember all the details, either. "None of the above," he tells me.
"Okay," I say. "Will they play the play here in the library?"
"No." Sweetie's tail droops. "They'll put on the play at a special place they call a stage." Has there ever been a sadder-looking rat? When Sweetie was acting out my story about looking for the acorns, he made his voice bigger than normal. Now his voice is smaller than normal when he tells me, "It's a long way from the library to the auditorium where the stage is."
"But Cinderella is your favorite story," I point out.
He sighs. A rat sighing is a very sorrowful sound. "I'll hear them talk about it tomorrow."
"I don't think that's a good idea," I tell him. "I think it's a good idea for the two of us to go together to see the play." |