Napoleon
Bonaparte dressed in regal attire was busy on a grand tour.
He looked majestic in his white shirt, red jacket and black
hat.
This
was the first time that he was personally surveying the
entire arena of the battle ground before him.
He
saw the men... soldiers astride on their horses - ready
to charge...
He
saw one of the horses neighing nervously on seeing him.
He quickly moved forward.
A
couple of soldiers were busy talking in hushed tones to
one another...when pin drop silence should have been maintained.
His
sharp eyes spotted the erring twosome. He passed on. There
were more important and urgent things to make note of.
He carefully inspected the distance.
He
was not very good at arithmetic...but count he had to...time
was running out and he didn't have a single moment to lose.
He had to act fast...really quick. Speed was of the essence.
Napoleon Bonaparte's blue eyes gazed into the distance...his
early days came back to him.
His youthful daydreams had become the very stuff of a real
life event today.
He had always been ambitious...but this ....this had far
exceeded his wildest dreams.
He
felt admiration and affection for all the brave, young men
there. He knew how difficult it was.
His task was simple and clear. He knew it. In fact, he had
gone over it in his mind at least a hundred times.
He knew it by heart - the exact moment, when the troops
would advance...when the air would be heavy with the sound
of horses running, the thick smoke and his own role in all
this.
He had nerves of steel. Few in his position would stand
there - proud, brave, calm and unruffled.
He saw the sun rising. It made him feel warm and secure.
He took a deep breath of fresh air and swallowed deeply
and then cleared his throat before taking the next step.
It was now or never!
"Start!"
The voice boomed out.... sending a shiver down the soldier's
backs. Napoleon Bonaparte raced along the front as fast
as he could ... Every body charged as fast as they could.
There was pandemonium. Chaos.
And
then, from the misty...silhouettes of activity arose Napoleon
majestically...
He reached the other end to see Helen, Priscilla, George,
Lee and Joseph grin at him and give him a pat.
"Good work! Napoleon! ".
Delighted,
six year old Napoleon Bonaparte the adventurous Russian
blue - purred.
He
had once been a shelter cat.
His
dream had come true. He had finally starred in his favourite
cookie commercial.
Eighty
year old Margarita to whom Napoleon Bonaparte belonged to
smiled contentedly as she watched the action replay...glad
that she had named and called her favourite cat - Napoleon
Bonaparte in full.
