The Toy Cupboard Theatre & Museums
Story and Illustrations by Paul L'Ecuyer
c2001, All Rights Reserved ~ Drawbridge Productions
The story I shall tell began more than eighty years ago. You may think that I am very old to be telling my story. Well, the word 'old' does not exist in cat language. You see, cats are very 'wise'. I must tell you a secret. When a cat reaches their eighth life, we become very wise indeed. I am now in my eighth life and since you know that cats have nine lives, I still have one more to go! Even though I have changed a little each life, I'm still very much the same on the inside. Since I am now quite wise, I have decided to tell you this true story...
Once upon a time, there was a little boy whose name was Herbert. He was a very good boy. He lived with his father, mother, and grandmother, in a big house in the small town of South Lancaster, Massachusetts. There were many rooms inside the family's house with lots of good places for Herbert and I to play 'Hide and Seek'. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, I lived here too. I was just a little kitten then. In fact, it was my very first life.
Herbert was an intelligent boy. He was always interested in everything that his grandmother had in the house. She had many wonderful old things people call antiques. Some of these antiques were toys and games that came from Herbert's relatives. Grandmother always allowed Herbert to play with the toys and he never tired of them.
He especially liked the little horse drawn covered wagon, or the cow that could actually put milk in his cereal bowl. But what delighted him most of all were the times that she read to him.
They were the most wonderful children's stories from big books she had on her shelves. Herbert would sit upon her lap and gaze into the beautiful pictures in the books as she read aloud. Stories like "The Tale of Peter Rabbit" "Goldilocks' and The Three Bears", or "Jack and The Beanstalk". One of his favorite stories was called, "The Remarkable Story of Chicken Little", about the little chick who disturbs the whole village with her foolish cries that the sky is falling. This story was very important to Herbert because his Great Great Uncle John first printed the story in a book for children in America. Herbert asked Grandmother to read it to him often.