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Six Dinner Sid


Sid the cat lived in Aristotle Street No. 1. He also lived in No. 2, No. 3, No. 4, No. 5 and No. 6. Sid lived in six people’s houses and ate six dinners. Every night, after eating chicken at No. 1, he would go to No. 2 to have fish, mutton at No. 3, minced meat at No. 4, fish again at No. 5 and finally boiled beef at No. 6.

The people in Aristotle Street did not get along, so no one knew what Sid’s little secret was. They all assumed that they were the cat’s owner.

Of course, Sid had to pay a high price for six dinners. Being six owners’ pet was not easy. He had to remember six different names, and show six different personalities. When he was called ‘Prince’, he had to act proud and princely. When he was called ‘Waiter’, he had to start working. When he was called ‘Demon’, he had to be devilishly naughty. When he was called ‘Dumbo’, he had to act silly. When he was called ‘Black Sugar’, he had to act all cute and cuddly. But when he was called ‘Rebel’, he had to be very fierce.

Having to act so many roles in a day was very tiring for Sid. But he didn’t mind. As long as he had six dinners, his effort was all worth it, especially when he got to have six different parts of his body being stroked, and got to sleep in six different kinds of beds. In fact, to Sid, life in Aristotle Street is perfect, until one day…

The weather got cold and wet and he caught a heavy cold. He had to see the vet. Poor Sid! He had to go to the vet not only once, not only twice, but six times! Six different people, using six different methods of transportation, took him to the vet. The vet said his cough did not sound as bad as it should, but just for precautions, he had to have a spoonful of cough medicine. Of course, Sid not only had one spoonful, but six spoonfuls!

To be honest, black cats are common around the parts. But to have the same cat showing up six times does create suspicion on anyone, including the busy vet doctor. When he checked the record, he found out that the coughing cats all lived in Aristotle Street. He immediately called every owner to make some verification.

Uh oh! The cat’s out of the bag! When they found out what Sid did, they were angry, and said that he should not have so many dinners. They came to an agreement that he will only have one dinner a day.

But Sid was a six-dinner Sid, so he moved out to Pentacles Street No. 1, and No. 2, No. 3, No. 4, No. 5 and No. 6. Unlike Aristotle Street, the people in Pentacles Street get along well, so everyone knows Sid eats six dinners from the very start.

And since everyone knows about it, nobody minds.

(Translated from a Chinese adaptation of the original Six Dinner Sid by Inga Moore)

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