THE DANCING STAR - CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 5 of THE DANCING STAR (Ending)

Then all three, Roger Rococo Rose-Without-a-Thorn, Othello Meow, and Adelade the Star, felt something tear at their insides, but at the same time they realised that it was quite pleasant. It was a wish, which is like a little caterpillar crawling all over your heart by night and day, singing the song "Come and fetch me with the dance of the buzzer-buzzers at the bottom of the rabbit hole." As their faces and hands began to fill with tiny wishes and hopes, a fog moistened their cheeks, they began to disappear among their hopes and wishes. Thus they disappeared into such a distant place, such a nearby place, that they shall nevermore return. If you ever let go of a balloon or see it fly, now you know where they go and who is their keeper.

If you want to head for this land, the Land of Nevergothere Ifyousurelywon'treturn, remember! When you get up in bed someday and see that at your place everything remains like it was ever before. The rooftop is on top, like ever before. And therefore the moon beams with a long and lustful kiss upon the crystal waters of Prussian blue of the blue river of Prussian crystal, just like the eyes of Othello Meow when he looks at the deep soft horizon. And dig hopefully in your garden, with a khaki-coloured and red-polka-dotted dream in your hearts. You should not be surprised if you see a little head, a tiny baby star, pop up and address you:

"Good morning to you! I am Adelade the Star!"

There are nights when the sky seems to drop very close to us on Earth. Sometimes on April or August nights, the stars look like numbers. They look like the Maths chickenscratch of a doll or a young girl who has just begun school and is beginning to learn, and this is because, above everything else, always the highest and utmost of goals were, are, and will be the stars.

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