"Following the Sun"

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXVII, Issue 23773, 28 September 1940, Page 3 (Supplement)

"Following the Sun"

DEAR BOYS AND GIRLS,— OF all the seasons of the year I think the days between Winter and Summer are the most pleasant, don't you, boys and girls? Then the sun is not too warm and the winds are not too cold and we feel so happy and gay we just don't know what to do with ourselves. My old puss, Grey Malcolm, spends these jolly days "following the sun" around the garden. In the very early mornings when the pale glow of the dawn creeps over the sky Grey Malcolm is to be found curled up on the verandah table waiting for the first rays of the sun to caress his sleek coat.

A'S the air grows warmer he slides down on to the floor, where he stretches full-length in the shadows of the asparagus fern. Sometimes when no one's looking he will jump up into the bush and sleep in the midst of the cool fern, but that wicked habit is not encouraged 1

1 hen as the sun rises higher in the blue heavens the old puss wanders off again, this time to become- lost in the round bed .of sweet-scented stocks. There he lies cqntentedly sniffing the fragrant air and dreaming of mice and birds and all things pussies love. But soon the sun has left the stock bed and! the shadows of the big banana leaves creep coldly over the sleeping puss. It is late afternoon and much cunning must be shown, for now the sun is most elusive and shadows flicker around the garden like so many teasing wee goblins. Grey Malcolm finds an ideal spot near lihe rockery, where a toi toi bush provides a pretty curtain for his bed. He stretches out happily and rolls over and over on the warm earth. However, the sun is in a hurry to see what's happening on the other side of the world, so Grey Malcolm has to roll further and further away from his sheltered corner, until at last, with a flash of kittenish mischief, he darts off into the orchard to frighten the little field mice. There he: sits in the grass watching and waiting until the evening shadows have enveloped him and the click of the safe-door reminds him that

a dnrner of fish and mince is easier to . catch than a host of little field mice. * I Sc now, and girls, you know i I \ I & I Qjhi liow my lazy puss spends these bright L,j M t 0 . * Sprinif days. Don't you sometimes wish If ' WVW ( you could itollow his example? J ' . Love and happiness to you from _