It occurred to him: could this cricket be hungry bud he searched his jacket pocket and finally found a leftover chocolate bar from dinner. Mario got a little bit off of one end, put it on his fingertips and reached out to this cricket. The insect carefully lifted its head toward the chocolate. It seemed to sniff it before taking a small bite. Mario couldn't help but shiver all over with joy as the cricket ate it so much in his hand.
The lion stopped chasing the moose, the river stopped flowing, and the wind held its breath and listened. The whole world fell silent
Chinese Dinner Chinese Dinner: six pots were steaming and shrieking on a black, pig-iron stove. The table was set with beautifully colored porcelain plates depicting Chinese ladies and gentlemen in colorful robes walking across a small bridge that spanned a small, calm blue lake. And next to the place settings were two pairs of chopsticks, each wrapped in paper. There was a very old Chinese gentleman sitting in a rocking chair right next to the window. His chin hung with a thin gray beard, and he wore a robe of red and gold, much like that worn by those on the plate. He stood up slowly as Mario entered, clasped both hands to his chest, and bowed y. I'm sorry, Tucker, but I've made up my mind." Chester said.
"What about Mario?" Tucker said.
"He just wants me to be happy." Chester replied, "He said that if I felt miserable, he'd rather I didn't come to New York at all."
"But there are those many others!" Tucker waved his forelegs in excitement, "All the people who get pleasure from your playing, how sad they'll be! And what will they do?"
"In Connecticut, my playing brings just as many 'people' joy." Chester said.
"So tell me who that could be?" Chester said.
"Oh, the groundhogs and pheasants and ducks and rabbits and all the every living thing that lives on the prairie or by the creek! A bullfrog once told me that big besides the sound of rain on the pond where he lived, his favorite thing to listen to was my music. Another time a fox was chasing a rabbit around my stump, and as soon as I played, they both stopped to listen to my music."
"How did that turn out?" Tucker said.
"And the rabbit fled back to his burrow!" Chester said, "Just as the fox was chasing the rabbit again, and was about to catch up, I started playing the fox's favorite song, and he stopped and enjoyed it. Something like that would not be something I could do for any human in a subway station."
"That's hard to say." Tucker said, turning to the cat, "Henry, say something too! Persuade it to stay!" panicked at once, and did not know what to do.
"I'm sorry, Tucker, but I've made up my mind." Chester said.
"What about Mario?" Tucker said.
"He just wants me to be happy." Chester replied, "He said that if I felt miserable, he'd rather I didn't come to New York at all."
"But there are those many others!" Tucker waved his forelegs in excitement, "All the people who get pleasure from your playing, how sad they'll be! And what will they do?"
"In Connecticut, my playing brings just as many 'people' joy." Chester said.
"So tell me who that would be?" Chester said.
"Oh, the groundhogs and pheasants and ducks and rabbits and all the every living thing that lives on the prairie or by the creek! A bullfrog once told me that big besides the sound of rain on the pond where he lived, his favorite thing to listen to was my music. Another time a fox was chasing a rabbit around my stump, and as soon as I played, they both stopped to listen to my music."
"How did that turn out?" Tucker said.
"And the rabbit fled back to his burrow!" Chester said, "Just as the fox was chasing the rabbit again, and was about to catch up, I started playing the fox's favorite song, and he stopped and enjoyed it. Something like that would not be something I could do for any human in a subway station."
"That's hard to say." Tucker said, turning to the cat, "Henry, say something too! Persuade him to stay!"