Story 2: Reza Shadey Tries to Fly
Okay, snuggle down tight, little ones. Let me tell you a tale about a very cheeky and magnificently fluffy cat who thought he could conquer the skies — and boss everyone else into helping him do it.
One sunny afternoon, Reza Shadey was lounging in the garden, his sleek brown and black fur shining like polished mahogany under the golden sun. He was not just any cat; oh no, Reza fancied himself a visionary entrepreneur, the undisputed Boss of the neighbourhood. As he watched a little robin flit about, tweeting merrily "Tweet, tweet!" and soaring effortlessly from fence to branch to the vast blue sky, a brilliant — or so he thought — idea struck him.
"Hmph", Reza mused to himself, his big green eyes narrowing with cunning ambition. "If birds can fly and survey the land for the best snacks, why can't I? Imagine the possibilities! I could spot unattended fishy bits from miles away, or even start a flying delivery service for biscuits. Yes! Reza Shadey's Aerial Empire™ — it'll revolutionise the feline world!" He puffed out his chest, already envisioning himself as the tycoon of the treetops.
But Reza knew he couldn't build this empire alone. No, a true Boss delegates. Spotting Penelope, the fluffy white cat with her calm, sensible eyes, strolling by, he sprang into action. "Penelope!" he purred smoothly, his voice dripping with charm like honey on a warm biscuit. "My dear, elegant friend, have you ever dreamed of soaring like a bird? Of being part of something truly groundbreaking?"
Penelope tilted her head, her whiskers twitching suspiciously. "What are you up to now, Rezzi?" she asked, using her special nickname for him.
Reza flashed his most winning smile, the one he used to persuade humans to give him treats. "Why, nothing but innovation, my fluffy associate! I'm founding Reza's Flying Feline Enterprises. We'll build a magnificent flying machine — from an umbrella for the frame and a sheet for the wings. You'll be my chief engineer! Think of the glory... and the extra crunchy treats I'll share as your bonus."
Penelope blinked. "Cats aren't meant to fly, Rezzi. We climb and pounce. This sounds dangerous."
Reza wasn't one to take no for an answer. He switched tactics seamlessly, his eyes widening with feigned hurt. "Oh, Penelope, I thought you were a visionary like me. If you don't help, I'll have to tell everyone how you once got your paw stuck in a yoghurt pot. Remember? Such a pity to let that slip..." He trailed off with a dramatic sigh, his tail flicking like a conductor's baton.
Penelope sighed, her sensible nature warring with the mild threat. "Fine, Rezzi. But only because I don't want you hurting yourself on your own."
Emboldened, Reza turned his attention to Ginger Tom, the sturdy orange cat sunbathing nearby on a warm stone wall. "Ginger Tom, old chap!" Reza boomed, striding over with entrepreneurial swagger. "You're just the strong, reliable sort I need for my groundbreaking venture. Help construct my flying machine, and I'll reward you handsomely — a whole pawful of your favourite biscuits from my secret stash!"
Ginger Tom opened one lazy eye. "Flying? Sounds like a lot of work, Reza. I'd rather nap."
Reza leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper laced with a hint of bullying. "Come now, Tom. You wouldn't want to be left out of the next big thing, would you? All the cats will be talking about it. And if you refuse... well, I might have to mention to Mrs Higgins how you've been eyeing her bird feeder a bit too closely. We wouldn't want any misunderstandings, would we?"
Ginger Tom grumbled but sat up. "Alright, alright. But those biscuits better ."
With his reluctant team assembled, Reza bossed them around like a furry foreman. They "borrowed" Mrs Higgins's big spotty umbrella from the porch and an old bedsheet from the washing line. "No, Penelope, tie the sheet tighter! Ginger Tom, hold that umbrella steady — it's the backbone of our empire!" He paced dramatically, too absorbed in his genius to notice Penelope's worried glances or Ginger Tom's yawns. "This idea is flawless! Cats will hail me as the pioneer of flight. What could possibly go wrong?"
The contraption was a sight to behold — or behold in horror. It was an old garden umbrella strapped haphazardly to a bedsheet, with bits of string and twigs for "reinforcements". Reza climbed aboard, perching precariously on the umbrella handle. "Behold, the Shadey Sky Soarer Mark I! Launch me from the top of that oak tree, minions — er, associates!"
Penelope and Ginger Tom exchanged doubtful looks but hauled the machine up the tree, puffing and panting under Reza's constant commands. At the top branch, Reza struck a heroic pose. "Here I go! Witness history!" With a push from his friends, the machine teetered... and plummeted.
"Whoosh!" went the wind as it caught the sheet — for a split second. Then, "Rip!" The fabric tore, the umbrella inverted with a sad "FUMP!", and Reza tumbled through the air in a flurry of fur and fabric. "Meeeoooow!" he yowled, landing with a "Plop!" in a soft, prickly bush below.
"Ouch!" Reza cried, emerging covered in leaves and twigs, his magnificent fur in disarray. Penelope and Ginger Tom rushed over, trying not to chuckle.
"Are you alright, Rezzi?" Penelope asked gently. Reza shook himself off, indignation flaring. "Alright? This was sabotage! Penelope, you must have tied the knots wrong! Ginger Tom, your holding was sloppy! And don't get me started on that treacherous wind and stubborn gravity — clearly conspiring against genius!"
He sniffed haughtily. "But mark my words, the Shadey Sky Soarer Mark II will be unstoppable. Just needs a little tweaking... perhaps a stronger sheet and some anti-gravity biscuits."
Penelope purred softly. "Maybe some ideas aren't meant to fly, Rezzi." Ginger Tom nodded. "Yeah, stick to ground-level schemes next time." Reza stalked off, muttering about "unappreciative investors", but deep down — though he'd never admit it — he was glad for friends who stuck around, even through his crashes. And as he curled up later with a consolation biscuit, his mind already buzzed with "improvements" for tomorrow.
A very important message from Mrs Higgins: It's fun to imagine flying, but remember, cats and children should never try to build things or jump from high places without grown-up help. Stay safe on the ground where you belong!
Night night. Sleep tight.