The big questionFive days later, Modesto was sitting in a private jet on his way to Chicago. This was the day he had been looking forward to for months. Charley's wedding day. The three mice stood on the dockside where they waved him goodbye a half a year ago. They saw something in the distance. It was the little white plane. “There you shall have him,” Modo said calmly.
The plane came closer and reduced its altitude, until it finally touched the ground and stopped. The door went open and Modesto appeared onto the stairs. The wind made his hair caress his cheeks. He waved to the mice and rushed down the stairs.
He ran towards them and gave them a tight hug. “I'm so glad to see you again!” he shouted in excitement. Throttle laughed. “We're also glad to see you, Modesto,” he replied and gave him a friendly fist bump in his face. Modesto jumped onto Modo's bike and they drove off.
After a while they entered the garage where the mice parked their bikes. Modesto looked a
Sharing secretsAfter they knew for certain that mother and child made it well together, they left the stables and went inside. Eleonora brought them to the kitchen where they all sat down. The kitchen was big enough to house everyone in there. “To celebrate this fortunate event, I've baked a cake,” she said with a huge smile.
She lifted up a lid and on a large silver tray stood a cake covered with cream and sprinkles. Modesto stood up and took thirteen plates out of the kitchen cabinet. Eleonora was cutting the cake in evenly large pieces.
And after a while everyone was enjoying the delicious baking. “I can taste that you love to bake,” Walibi's mum suddenly said. “Well, I have all leant it myself,” Eleonora replied. “And both my sister and me have also that skill from her,” Beathe answered and looked at Beatrice who nodded.
“Would you give me the recipe?” the female kangaroo asked politely. “Actually, to tell you the truth. I haven't
The adoptionModesto and Rimfire sat at the breakfast table in the kitchen. This was finally the day where they both had been waiting for, besides their wedding day already eight months ago. Today was the day, they were going to adopt a child. Rimfire looked at Modesto and smiled.
“Are you nervous?” He asked after which he sipped his coffee. “Actually, my nerves are quiet but I do find it rather exiting,” Modesto replied while buttering a sandwich. “Have you thought about a name?” He asked.
Rimfire swallowed his coffee and put down his cup. “Actually, I haven't,” he said carefully. “Why not?” Modesto said not understanding. “I'm quite bad with making up names,” the mouse replied. “Yeah, so am I, but you must have some names in mind,” Modesto said.
Rimfire looked out of the window as he started to think. “Maybe we can name him after my uncle. Modo,” he suggested. Modesto looked at his husband. “No,&
Modesto's birthdayIt was early morning on the 25th of January. Modesto still laid in his bed while the Sun slowly illuminated the castle walls. He opened his eyes and saw that it was starting to become light. He stretched himself and yawned widely. Today was a special day. His birthday.
He pulled the sheets away and went to sit on the edge of the bed. He stretched himself again and put on his slippers. With half closed eyes he searched his way towards the door. He opened it and walked onto the corridor.
It was silent in the castle. Too silent, actually. His parents were away and Rimfire was on a mission to Mars, again. He looked at a large grandfather clock which stood in the upstairs hallway. Half past eight it showed. Why do they have to leave so early, Modesto wondered.
He walked down the stairs. “Mum! Dad! Rimfire!” He shouted but nobody answered. “Honey! Walibi!” Still nothing. Meanwhile he was at the bottom of the stairs and walked towards the main drawing room.
Meeting celebritiesNovember. Modesto and Rimfire were now married for five months. They were still happy and even planning to adopt a child. Modesto had promised, once they're married, to take him to Milan to see the Scala.
And because Modesto always keeps his promise, meant that they were on their way to Milan, Italy. They sat in a little privet jet and were flying over the Alps. Rimfire looked out of the window and sighed deeply. “I didn't know that Earth could be so beautiful.”
Modesto was reading a book. “Well, when you're used to see your entire live the red dust on Mars, then are the Alps a complete revelation,” he replied dryly without looking up. “What's all the white stuff which is laying on the mountains?” Rimfire asked.
Now Modesto did look up. Off course, he thought. You come from Mars. You don't know what snow is. “It's called snow,” he replied. “Snow?” The mouse said questioningly. “Yeah, it's frozen water which can fall out
The big dayFinally. Two months later. This was it. This was the big day. The day on which Modesto was going to get married to his beloved Rimfire. He was at home, preparing for the ceremony. He wore a neat suit and the brand new cloak Racheed, from the made to measure clothing store, had made hung on the back of a chair and was draped over the entire floor.
Modesto was walking back and forth in his room. After a long while Nestor came in. “The limousine has arrived,” he said as he walked towards the chair with the cloak. He folded it and left the room. Modesto followed him downstairs. They went outside where a long white stretch limousine was waiting.
He got into the car and they slowly drove off, on their way to the church. Finally they arrived at a large cathedral. Modesto got out of the car and saw everyone standing outside. His parents, Eloise, Walibi and his friends, his aunt and uncle with their daughter Amanda and off course Charley, Modo, Throttle and Vinnie.
He walked towards
The questionThree weeks later. It was begin May. Meanwhile, Eleonora was buried in the family grave, Rimfire was on a two week mission to Mars and Modesto's parents had now moved into late Eleonora's castle together with the pets, Ringo, Kiri and Boomer. Which meant that Modesto and Rimfire officially lived together now.
In the meantime, Walibi was on his way towards Modesto's house. He still didn't know that he was going to get married within a month. He sounded quite exited at the telephone when he called. Walibi had butterflies in his stomach, for Modesto wanted to ask him a large and important question which could change their lives forever. But he hadn't got the slightest idea whatever it could be.
He saw the large villa approaching as he walked along the street. It was nice weather. The Sun was shining and the birds were chirping. He wore sunglasses and the soft and fresh breeze caressed his evenly tanned skin.
He walked onto the driving lane and ascended the marble stairs after which he ran