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.
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