I now present you Miss Cutie and Mr Grumpy. Miss Cutie is secretly in love with Mr Grumpy (but shhhht, we won't tell him, right?). She always wears cute ribbons, sings all day long, smiles, takes care of her beautiful garden, filled with pink flowers and lots of butterflies. Everybody loves Miss Cutie. Everybody except Mr Grumpy. Or at least that's what he says. Mr Grumpy is very serious. He reads newspapers, knows (and discusses) politics, he always wears a suit, even in the summer. Nobody ever saw him smile. Nobody ever heard him sing. Nobody ever saw him loosing his temper. (Although my friend, Miss Kitty, told me that he always has this slight trembling in his voice when Miss Cutie is around. I think she's making this up, after all, cats do tend to mislead you as much as they can. But what if... ? No... it can't be.... No)
This morning Mr Grumpy passed by Miss Cutie's house. She was talking to her flowers, laughing at the butterflies' dance. Suddenly, one butterfly flew out of the garden and decided to rest right on Mr Grumpy's nose. "Shu shu, go away, go away", he said with a very calm and serious voice. His eyes met at the point of his nose, where the beautiful pink butterfly stood. His paw reached to hit the butterfly and Miss Cutie yelled "Don't. Don't you dare. Let me" she said, approaching him. She lifted her paw gently "Come dear, come home. This is not good company". She gave Mr Grumpy an angry look, while the butterfly moved to her paw. "He is just a baby. He got tired. I can't believe you are so so so....MEAN" Mr Grumpy gave her a looooooooooong look: "Keep your butterflies home, woman", he said, turning his back on her. Phhhhhhhhhhbbbbbbbbttttttttttt , her tongue just showed her opinion. "Suits you right" she nodded, going back into her garden and gently putting the butterfly on a flower. "You should rest. Never wander again like that, ok?" And that... that... that... Grumpy... urrrrggggggghhhh
TO BE CONTINUED
Va prezint pe Miss Cutie si Mr Grumpy. Miss Cutie este indragostita in secret de Mr Grumpy (dar shhhhhhttt, nu ii spunem lui nimic, asa-i ?). Intotdeauna poarta fundite dragute, canta toata ziua, zambeste, isi ingrijeste gradina minunata, plina de floricele roz si o multime de fluturi. Toata lumea o iubeste pe Miss Cutie. Toata lumea, mai putin Mr Grumpy. Sau cel putin asta spune el. Mr Grumpy este foarte serios. Citeste ziare, stie (si discuta) politica, poarta costum tot timpul, chiar si vara. Nimeni nu l-a vazut vreodata zambind. Nimeni nu l-a auzit vreodata cantand. Nimeni nu l-a vazut vreodata pierzandu-si calmul. (Desi prietena mea, Mis Kitty, mi-a spus ca el are mereu un tremur imperceptibil in voce cand Miss Cutie e in preajma. Eu cred ca inventeaza asta, in cele din urma, pisicile au obiceiul sa te indica in eroare cat de mult pot. Dar daca... Nu... nu se poate.... Nu)
Astazi dimineata Mr Grumpy a trecut pe langa casa lui Miss Cutie. Ea vorbea cu florile ei, razand la dansul fluturilor. Deodata, un fluture a zburat din gradina si s-a hotarat sa se odihneasca drept pe nasul lui Mr Grumpy. "Shu shu, pleaca, pleaca", a spus el cu o voce foarte calma si foarte serioasa. Ochii i s-au intalnit pe varful nasului, unde statea frumosul fluture roz. Laba i s-a ridicat sa loveasca fluturele ... si Miss Cutie a strigat "Nu. Sa nu indraznesti. Lasa-ma pe mine" a spus, apropriindu-se de el. Si-a ridicat labuta cu finete "Hai dragule, hai acasa. Aceasta nu e oo companie prea placuta". I-a aruncat lui Mr Grumpy o privire furioasa in timp ce fluturasul se muta pe labuta ei. "E doar un copil. A obosit. Nu pot sa cred ca esti atat de .... atat de.... atat de.... RAU" Mr Grumpy s-a uitat la ea luuuuuuuuuuung: "Tine-ti fluturii acasa, cucoana" a spus, intorcandu-i spatele. Phhhhhhhhhhbbbbbbbbttttttttttt , limba ei si-a exprimat parerea "Asta meriti" a dat ea din cap, intorcandu-se in gradina si punand incet fluturasul pe o floare. "Ar trebui sa te odihnesti. Sa nu mai pleci niciodata asa, bine ? Si acel.... acel.... acel.... GRUMPY.... grrrrrrrrrr
VA URMA
