One sunny spring sunday Luna Lapin went out into the garden to admire the spring flowers. It had been a long and cold winter and she enjoyed the warming rays of sunshine on her fur. the pretty colours of blossoms and new leaves and the mild spring breeze tickling her nose.
She was so happy to be out in the fresh air again after the long and dreary winter days when she had been locked inside the house, but even more happy that she could finally wear her new spring dress (which she had already finished sewing in January) and which had been winking teasingly at her ever since.
Luna was playing with her bunny china pincushion: a heirloom from her mum, actually the only heirloom she had after she had lost her whole family long, long ago.
She was stroking the little bunny absentmindedly and suddenly remembered everything that had happened: She saw her three sisters playing in front of the house in the sunshine and heard her mum rattling the pans in the kitchen. Luna had hopped over to the big meadow to pick some flowers for her mum (her mum had loved flowers) when suddenly she felt something was wrong.
She ran home as fast as her legs could do but then suddenly remembered what her mum had told her time after time: “Luna, if you sense danger, duck, hide under a bush oder a plant, keep still and don’t move! It may save your life one day”.
So Luna hid under a hazelnut bush and froze. Only her delicate whiskers were moving whilst her eyes (wide open) were looking over to her home. And then she saw it: The fox had grabbed her mum and was carrying her away. She wasn’t making any noise and her limbs were dangling from the foxes mouth. Luna was too shocked to even look away. She watched until the fox had disappeared.
Hours later, after sitting under the hazelnut bush paralysed, she finally ventured outside. She found her home deserted, no trace of life, her sisters toys still lying on the ground and her mum’s sewing on the table.
Luna couldn’t bear the view and left the house but grabbed the pincushion as she ran out and put it into the pocket of her apron. She had never returned to the house she was born in ever since.
A bee tickled Luna’s nose and with a sigh she returned to the present, shaking her head vigorously so that her long ears made flapping noises.
She put the pincushion back into her pocket and was just about to go back inside when she heard a noise. A tiny noise, very tiny. Whatever caused it, couldn’t be far away or must be really, really small.
Luna got up and followed the noise. She had very good ears and it didn’t take her long to find out where it came from. It took her longer to find out what or rather who made the noise but finally Luna discovered the culprit: There on the soft moss under the heather lay a teeny tiny mouse. She was half hidden under a hazelnut twig (oh, the memories!) and sobbing unconsollably.
Luna slowly approached her, uttering soothing sounds. When the Mouse finally noticed her she raised her head and said one word whilst she was sobbing heartbreakingly: “The cat!!”
To be continued……
Next time: the horrible story of the cat