Wrictober-23

Part 11. Cat in boots.

There was one of the warm autumn evenings that local people liked spending time in their homes next to the fireplaces. My friend and I were comfortably located near our one. Mr. Karabas, my friend, was an old kind man. He had long curly silver hair and a lush mustache. My friend was sitting in his favorite armchair and was drinking tea from his yellow teacup. Tea was hot and steam was rising from the surface of the liquid. There were some cookies on a plate. That plate was very beautiful, it was white with a thin blue border. Those cookies were cooked by our housewife. She was an excellent chef and she cooked the best french biscuits in our countryside. I preferred eating them with milk. I was slowly drinking it with pleasure. The logs in the fireplace quietly cracked and pleasant heat radiated from them. We felt calmness and looked at the world with love and peace. Old boots of Hendalph were near the door. I supposed he should buy a new modern pair of boots, but he really liked them and he didn’t want to change them. My boots were next to his pair. They were red and had golden decoration. Our boots took part in many adventures, but now they rested like us. Mr. Karabas took a breeze. It could be that he remembered something from our adventures: when we had been visiting the King many years ago. I turned to him and smiled at him. After that I stretched and quietly said “Meoo”, that I wanted to tell my friend “I looked up to you”.

Snow White

The day promised to be beautiful. The Sun was shining brightly, the snow crunched under feet, the cold wind was playing with branches of old trees. A magnificent forest stretched around the King’s castle walls. Wonderful birds were singing in it despite the winter. Funny rabbits were playing with snowballs with fluffy foxes and strong wolves. Bears were snoring a little in their houses. A river was frozen and many people were skating on the shiny ice. Paths ran along the river and people slowly were walking enjoying the amazing weather. Several windmills were visible far away. There were villages near them. Fields were covered by snow stretched until the horizon. Everyone felt enjoyable, calming and peaceful.

Snow White was standing at the balcony of the King’s castle and she was getting some fresh air loudly. She was happy.

Her husband, the Prince, was visiting abroad with a diplomatic mission, so she had to control the country herself. At first, Snow White was a little bit confused, but after some time she had thought and decided that it could be interesting. She loved her husband and their country, but the way of life in it seemed to her slightly old-schooling. Snow White was dreaming for a long time to make some reforms. An agricultural way didn’t allow the country to earn a lot of money. Along with that, Snow White had heard some news about the neighbouring country. Her cousin, Helen Chatterbox, spelled the tea that the King of that country had chosen the industrial way.

“A lot of work in his country is done by machines and mechanisms, so people of that country are extremely rich. They eat from golden dishes with silver spoons.” - Helen said .

“Why can't we do the same?” - Snow White thought .

“I’m sure my husband will be happy if the people of our country become richer. The same time Prince will be able to rest and we can spend more time together.”

Now Snow White needed some help. She called some little mice and asked them to run to her friends - gnomes. After some time, as if by magic, the gnomes were in front of her.

“Hello my old dear friends!” - Snow White exclaimed. - “I’m happy to see you again!”

“So are we, our dear Snow White!” - gnomes responded together.

Snow White had served the table. After that they were drinking tea with pies.

“My friends”, - Snow White started the conversation . - “I would like to do something wonderful in our kingdom. All people will be very happy, they will have enough money and will work less. I hope you can help me.”

“With pleasure!” - gnomes answered.

And they had started their work.

Doc was making drawings. Happy, Sneezy and Dopey were bringing logs and bricks. Sleepy was mixing colours slowly. Bashful was sorting nails and bolts. Grumpy was grumbling as usual. Snow White was choosing wallpapers and was cooking delicious cookies at the same time. They were working with pleasure.

After some time, when the Prince was coming home, he saw strange views. The Sun was hidden behind dark dusting clouds. The snow was grey but not white. The forest disappeared. The same place occupied a noisy factory. Smoke was rising from its pipes. Water in the river was dirty. Windmills made incredible screeching because they were grinding stones. Fields were built with sky-scrapers. People were sad, tired and angry. There were several homeless and workless people on the streets.

The Prince opened the door of Snow White’s room. His lovely wife was sitting at the table. She looked very tired and she was crying.

The cousin Helen Chatterbox was sitting next to her and was talking as usual.

“Don’t cry, my dear cousin! If this idea hasn’t worked you can do anything else. I have heard that the Prince of the neighbouring kingdom uses dragons to work, so people of that country are extremely rich. They eat from golden dishes with silver spoons. Mmm… we shouldn't count some country houses that were burned…”

Snow White was very upset. The Prince hugged her and said:

“I love you, my dear wife.”

Bremen town musicians

“I suppose we haven't been in the musical charts for a long time.” - Donkey said thoughtfully.

“You are right.” - Dog agreed.

“We should write a musical hit.” - Cat believed aloud. - “Cock, my dear buddy, you have been writing the best songs in our kingdom. Can you make something similar?”

“It was many years ago, my dear friends.” - Cock answered. - “And now these hits aren’t so popular.”

“We are sure that your talent has not disappeared.” - Donkey smiled at his friend.

“I appreciate you for these words, my old friend, but now I’m not a modern songwriter. I believe only elderly people prefer to listen to my musical hits, so these songs haven’t hit the music charts. They aren’t in the popularest list on the KingdomNet.” - Cock said and sighed sadly.

“What can we do?” - Cat asked himself and opened his laptop. - “I’m going to look up some information on the KingdomNet.”

“Are you sure that it is a good thing?” - Donkey asked him, looking through the window. - “There is a lot of useless data on it. Some time ago I wanted to buy some sweets. And what do you think? It was offered to me to buy cotton suits on sale.”

Friends started to laugh.

“Yes, it was so funny,” - Cock remarked.

“I partly agree with you here, my dear Dunkey.” - Cat continued the conversation. - “But I’m going to use ChatGPWT. Generative Pre-trained Wonderful Transformer. I have experience using it.”

“Let’s try it!” - Dog exclaimed.

Cat was surfing on the KingdomNet and was communicating with ChatGPWT for several hours. Finally, he moved his laptop away and happily purred.

“We have made a decision. Wonderful Chat has offered to us to write songs together.”

“How is it possible?” - Dunkey, Dog and Cock asked.

“I will explain to you!” - Cat responded.

And work has started. The friends and ChatGPWT were writing words and music for several days. After that they were playing these songs and were recording them. When they finished they were a little bit tired but they were really pleasant to each other and their electronic friend Chat.

After some time they posted these songs on the KingdomNet. They were very successful!

From that time the friends started named their group The Bremen town musician and Chat.

Kolobok

Once Kolobok and Pac-Man met and they started a discussion. Friends wanted to know who is the best hero.

“I’m cooler than you”, - Kolobok began a conversation. - “I was cooked from the highest kind of flour.”

“Ha-ha! I’m not impressed.” - Pac-Man answered . - “I was produced from the clearest pixels.”

“On the one hand you are right, but on the other hand I walked away from GrandMother and GrandFather.” - Kolobok retorted.

“Big deal!” - Pac-Man laughed. - “I ran away from lots of ghosts and I did it two hundred fifty six times. The red ghost was named Shadow. He ran around a labyrinth faster than his colleagues. The pink ghost was named Speedy. He didn’t like to move fast despite his nickname. Speedy preferred hanging out next to me. The blue ghost was named Bashful. He was the smartest spirit. Bashful calculated tracks to catch me, but he had no success. The orange ghost, Pockey, was my favourite spirit. We were almost friends.”

“Is that all?” - Kolobok said sceptically. - “I had escaped from Hare, Wolf and Bear. Could you do the same?”

“What about Fox?” - Pac-Man wondered. - “I have heard that she had eaten you”.

“What do you mean?” - Kolobok was surprised. - “If that were true, how could I talk to you now?”

“O!” - Pac-Man answered only that.

The wolf and the seven little goats

That was an usual day. Mom-Goat was going to go to her work. Seven little goats were running around her bleating happily.

“My lovely little goats hurry up, please! I have to transport you to the gym before work.” - she said to them sweetly.

The little goats did sports. They played basketball and had to train some days a week.

When these little goats were prepared to go, Mom-Goat put them in her Goatmobile and they went to the gym.

The basketball coach was Mr. Wolf. He was a silver tall wolf who trained basketball teams for a long time. At first, Mr. Wolf warmed up with the team-members. After that an exercise was started. Today the seven little goats behaved them-self not so well. When they were throwing a ball in the basket they began to discuss each other.

“I’m the best basketball sports-goat!” - one little goat shouted.

“No, I completely disagree with you. I’m better than you.” - another little goat answered him.

“I am of a different opinion because I’m the best!” - the third little goat exclaimed.

Mr. Wolf tried to stop them, but he had no success. The seven little goats were continuing a discussion and didn’t want to exercise.

When Mom-Goat went to the gym she saw that Mr. Wolf was very upset.

“I’m as sick as a parrot because of me,” - he said sadly. - “I’m not a coach. I'm a couch potato.”

“I don’t agree with you.” - Mom-Goat tried to calm him. - “I believe I know what to do.” - she said.

“My dear little goats!” - she smiled at them.

Mom-Goat walked to one of the little goats and said to him: “You are my G.O.A.T. I love you!”

After that she walked to others and said the same to each of them.

“You all are the Greatest Of All Time for me!” - Mom-Goat hugged all her little goats and they were happy.