"Munkustrap, I have something very important to tell you. At the next
Jellicle Ball... Well, it will be your turn to make the choice. I shall
retire then," Old Deuteronomy said to his grandson in a weary voice.
All of the old cat’s years had finally caught up with him.
"But, how will I manage? What will I do when there’s a problem? What-"
Munkustrap started asking.
"As the Jellicle leader, your leadership will be true. Now, this is a
big responsibility, it isn’t just fun and games. But let me tell you
this: Even though your job demands that you outlive almost everyone
that you know and love, you will be re-united with them in the
Heavyside Layer. Without that thought the job would be unbearable,"
advised the old cat.
"But-"
"I’m an old cat. I tire easily. I must rest now."
But even Sillabub
couldn’t stay young forever... Her fur dulled, her bones creaked in
agony when she attempted to even do the simplest dance step. The only
thing left in her to remember the kitten that she had once been were
her eyes...they still had that same beautiful yet haunting shine... But
now even that shine was beginning to dim, like everything Munkustrap
had ever known and loved. He knew it was Sillabub’s time. He lead her
towards that magical tire and saw the last figure from his childhood
drift away. Soon the ball was over, and he called over his trusted
grandson. Wanturn reminded Munkustrap so much of his former self, in
more ways then just physical appearance. Then a speech given a very
long time ago resurfaced in Munkustrap’s head.
"Wanturn, I have something very important to tell you. At the next
Jellicle Ball... Well, it will be your turn to make the choice. I shall
retire then. As the Jellicle leader, you.........."
THE END