Foreign New Fairy Tales

Author: Dai Da
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Publish Date: 2006-05-01
Features: A cat that has lived a million times is a cat that doesn't die in a million years. Actually, the cat has died a million times and been reborn a million times. It is a beautiful tabby cat. A million people have pampered this cat, and a million people have cried when the cat died. But the cat has never cried even once.
Once, the cat was the king's cat. The cat hated kings. The king loved to fight wars and always started conflicts. Moreover, he put the cat in a beautiful basket and took it to the battlefield. One day, the cat was shot dead by an arrow. While the battle was still ongoing, the king held the cat in his arms and cried. The king stopped fighting and returned to the palace, then buried the cat in the garden of the royal palace.
Once, the cat was a sailor's cat. The cat hated sailors. The sailor took the cat all over the world's oceans and docks. One day, the cat fell off the ship. Since the cat couldn't swim, the sailor quickly tried to catch it with a net, but the cat still drowned. The sailor held the cat, drenched like a rag, and cried loudly. Then, he buried the cat under a tree in the park of a distant port town.
Once, the cat was a magician's cat in a circus. The cat hated circuses. The magician put the cat in a box every day, cut it in half with a saw, and then took the cat out of the box intact, earning a round of applause. One day, the magician made a mistake and actually cut the cat in half. The magician held the two halves of the cat in his hands and cried loudly. This time, no one clapped. The magician buried the cat behind the circus arena.
Once, the cat was a thief's cat. The cat hated thieves. The thief and the cat would sneak around the dark town like cats, moving lightly. The thief only robbed people who kept dogs. While the dogs barked at the cat, the thief would break into safes. One day, the cat was bitten to death by a dog. The thief held the stolen diamonds and the cat, crying loudly as he walked through the town at night. Then, he returned home and buried the cat in the small garden.
Once, the cat was an old woman's cat. The cat hated old women. The old woman would hold the cat every day and watch the outside world through a small window. The cat slept soundly on the old woman's lap all day. Soon, the cat grew old and died. The swaying old woman held the swaying, dead cat and cried all day. The old woman buried the cat under a tree in the garden.
Once, the cat was a little girl's cat. The cat hated little girls. The little girl sometimes carried the cat on her back to play, or hugged it tightly to sleep. When she cried, she would use the cat's back to wipe her tears. One day, the cat was strangled by the strap on the little girl's back. The little girl held the cat with its head hanging low and cried all day. Then, she buried the cat under a tree in the garden.
The cat no longer cared about death. Once, the cat was no longer anyone's cat. It became a wild cat. For the first time, the cat became its own cat. The cat loved itself too much. How to put it, the beautiful tabby cat finally became a beautiful wild cat. No matter which female cat, she wanted to be the new bride of the cat. Some offered a big fish as a gift, some presented fresh mice, some brought rare skunk cabbage, and some even went to lick the cat's beautiful tabby stripes.