Dawn. Now the cat was sneaking around before, fed by man, it ponderously would lay down to sleep. Wasn't it rustling suspiciously outside?
As if she was in the wrong skin. The others, yes... , who banded together so gladly.
As if awoken, the mousesse looked around. And then... up. She was there! She already stood squarely at the foot of the hill.
The name of the leading actress was still clearly legible and captivated Mathilde´s eye immediately.
Had it not been the unbridled fury of the betrayed rat instead? Was the Comte still alive and had come back to do this? His dream in splintershards branded as exorbitance and indecency...
Somehow Mathilde knew deep down inside that it would have been a lack of respect to simply make the chandelier whole again as if nothing had happened, as if no pain had been caused, no disruption in the fate of the rat. Irrespective of that, however, Mathilde liked the glass object much better that way in any case, than had it stayed whole .
The mousesse awoke full of panic. In addition, she thought to have seen something small, white scurry away; however, nothing was to be seen in the dark anymore or rather to be smelled!
But her just so great courage disappeared with the silence which enveloped her once more.
And when one feather of her dress turned black, they all laughed.
A big THANK-YOU to my sister Christl,
(Das Theatre ist nicht mehr erhältlich,
le théâtre n´est plus disponible,
the theatre is no longer available)
And well, he liked that she liked them.