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FROM BORN TO DANCE…
The moment when it all begins……….. The thatched roof of Hilltop Cottage poked raggedly above the hedgerow bordering the lane. In the long grass opposite, Red Tabby waited patiently. As soon as the cheese shop had opened, the ginger cat, who knew every stop on the milkman’s route, had made a bee-line for the cottage. Now a tell-tale clip-clop reached her ears and, moments later, Dylan plodded over the brow of the hill. ‘Hallo Dylan! Hallo Emlyn!’ Emlyn’s favourite customer Widow Medlar, stood waving from the doorstep of Hilltop Cottage. ‘Kettle’s on!’ she called brightly‘ Emlyn quickly reined Dylan to a halt and disappeared inside for his regular mid-morning cup of tea. Left to himself, Dylan moved off to enjoy some lush grass that grew at the edge of Widow Medlar’s front yard. Red Tabby followed after him, a thirsty eye fixed on the equally tempting goods stacked up on Emlyn’s cart. On this particular summer’s morning, Widow Medlar’s windows hung wide open. As Emlyn settled to his tea, she switched on her brand new radio, sending a catchy tune dancing out onto the warm air. The lively rhythm set Dylan’s fore-hooves twitching. ‘Tippity-tap, tippity-tap’ they went – his rear-hooves joining in. ‘tappity-tip, tappity-tip.’ In his imagination, the sun became a giant spotlight beaming down on his chestnut flanks as he danced – blond mane and tail flying – before his vast audience. He lurched and lunged between the shafts, jerking and pulling on his harness, his horseshoes making satisfying clicking noises on the widow’s flagstones. That horse could be a star, mused Red Tabby as she watched Dylan’s antics from a safe distance. He could really go places – but not while he’s hitched to that milk cart. The cart bucked and bounced as Dylan’s hooves tapped faster and faster. Soon, Emlyn’s milk bottles were jiggling violently up and down in time to the jaunty music. Red Tabby watched hungrily while butter pats and eggs came tumbling down. Milk and cream ran in little rivers along cracks and into crevices, forming deliciously inviting puddles. Cream ran in little rivers along cracks and into crevices, forming deliciously inviting puddles. This was the moment she’d been waiting for. FOR MORE OF DYLAN AND RED TABBY’S ADVENTURES SIMPLY FIND AND OPEN ANOTHER TREASURE CHEST! |
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