Morty and the Fancy-Pants Wedding

Morty and the Fancy-Pants Wedding

Tomorrow was the big day, and every mouse in the house was panicking over the final details of their role in Aunt Maggie's wedding.His younger sisters were practicing their "slow walk" as flower mice,his big sister was doing her nails to look perfect while serving punch,and Mother was arranging large bunches of flowers.

Morty's job was to shine everyone's shoes, wear a suit, and sit quietly.That's right - he had to sit quietlywhile Ben and his birthday party guests would be screaming down the skate-park ramps and eating cheese pizza.

Grabbing the shoeshine kit, Morty flung his tail aside and plopped down on the floor.The dress-up shoes of the entire mouse family were lined up neatly in front of him.Morty didn't mind shining the shoes.He'd watched the shoe shiners in front of Mousy's, the most upscale department store in the Mousetown Mall.They worked quickly and methodically, while whistling or talking baseball with their customers.

The shoeshine kit had it all - black shoe polish, brushes, rags, and petroleum gelto put an extra shine on his sisters' and mother's patent leather shoes.Morty pulled out the black polish and a chamois rag.First he smeared on the dark, inky polish.Then he whipped the rag around and, holding the strip of material on both ends,started "scuffin and buffin" his and his dad's shoes.Morty took a big sniff of the wonderful smell of his black leather going-out shoes.Then he noticed how his dad's dress-up loafers looked practically new by the time he finished shining them.I'm good, he thought. I wonder how old I need to be to work at Mousy's.

Next up were the shiny black shoes of his mother and sisters.Morty thought about his sisters. "Ugh, those two are driving me crazy!" he mumbled.His younger sisters had been getting all the attention because of their roles in the wedding.They got fancy new dresses, they were getting their hair and whiskers styled,and Mother was even taking them to get a special mouse manicure.

"What do I get?" Morty asked out loud."I get to wear the old, stuffy suit that I wore to Great-Uncle Finnegan's funeral."

Patent leather is so lame, Morty thought.His dad once explained where the name "patent leather" came from.Basically it was fake leather - stuff that someone invented and protected with a patent so no one else could steal the idea.The names "not leather,'' "trick leather," "mock leather," or "leather wanna-be" seemed better than ''patent leather."

Morty reached for the petroleum gel and thought about that name, too.Why spell it "gel" and not "jell"?After all, it seemed just like Mother's famous huckleberry jelly.Maybe gel was someone's made-up word to mean, "don't eat it."Why didn't they call it "patent jelly for patent leather"? Morty puzzled.

Morty thought words were interesting,but his words for the wedding were BORING and waste of a perfectly good Saturday,and the words for his feelings were ANGRY and RESENTFUL.

Trying to whistle like the shoe-shiners at Mousy's did,Morty spread the petroleum gel on his sisters' shoes for a glossy shine(you could even see your face and ears in the top of his older sister's sassy Mary Jane high heels).He rubbed the greasy, slimy gel into the shoes while his mind thought about tasty huckleberry jellyand how it slides off onto your plate when you try to spread it on warm pancakes.Then Morty had a very mischievous idea.

If I spread gel all over the soles of my sisters' shoes, they will slip and slide, Morty thought.It would be so fun to get Ben and Fred so we could all put gel on the bottom of our shoesand pretend to ice skate on Mother's kitchen floor.

It would be even more fun to watch the "adorable little flower mice" slip and slide up the aisle with their arms full of flowers.Morty chuckled at the thought and spread even more gel on the bottoms of all his sisters' shoes.

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