“McClown, see that you get a fire going! I’m cold!”
The sun had just risen, it promised to be a beautiful day. Might have been, the butler thought, slowly opening his eyes. It was cosily warm under the towel, much too cuddly to get up. Slowly he turned and to his surprise heard some shocked squeaking. He turned to the other side - another shocked squeaking. Very cautiously he lifted the towel and behold: the hamsters squinted at him sleepily
“Ha, McClown”, His Lordship laughed. “Singing beach. This McPhee told us a lot of fustian. I slept very well. Who might believe such nonsense?”
“Well, Sir, I think I know someone”, McClown answered and pointed at the hamsters.
“McClown, you don’t think there are animals who are afraid of such rubbish?”
“Well, Sir, I think there are such animals indeed.”
The butler covered the shivering animals and began to look for firewood. He did not have to go far for the close by forest offered enough for a good campfire. It did not take long until men and beast were sitting at the warm fire. However, there was no breakfast and so they set off soon. Following a narrow foot path, they reached the small town on Arivegaig. It took them only one look to discover that here would be no breakfast. So they walked on disappointedly. Within the last two hours the sun had shone upon the small group. By now they had reached a broader road and were approaching a bridge.
“Sir, do look! Isn’t this a beautiful view?” “McClown, my stomach has no eyes for that! Look, over there is an inn.”
They passed the bridge and reached the “Shiel Bridge Inn”. The butler pushed the wheelchair with the suitcases into a corner beside the counter and with Lord McShredder sat down at a window. When their breakfast arrived he put a part of it onto a small plate and set it down beside the hamsters’ trunk who immediately fell on it hungrily. Then McClown returned to His Lordship and enjoyed his meal.
“What sort of muck is that?” Flecki leerily asked and eyed the food which the butler had brought them.
“Porridge with baked beans”, Goldi replied, his mouth full. “It’s simply great!”
Chief Botchy had left the trunk together with Dodo and Topple and took a bite, when suddenly they froze.
He did not get further and there was no need for his friends all realized the danger. Slowly a big black cat approached them. Tuffy and Taty were the last ones to scramble back into the trunk. They were safe now but as the lid was not completely closed they could watch how the cat jumped onto the wheelchair. With pounding hearts and in helpless rage they had to watch how their breakfast vanished in no time.
“You son of a bitch of a cat, I’ll tie you into knots!” Goldi shouted and wanted to go at the cat but Flecki and the mayor held him back.
“We can’t do it that way, silly, we need a plan”, she scolded.
“Fine”, Goldi hissed, “I’ll kick the brute according to plan, she nicked our breakfast! If only I had a rocket…”
“We should fall back to our own individual strength. As in the past I often enough stressed…”
“Oh?” Flecki interrupted him. “What kind of strength would that be?”
When the mayor did not come up with anything, the hamsters held counsel. As usual, the outcome was nothing to talk of. Only Dodo and Botchy were of the opinion that the enemy had only one weak point: water. But how were the hamsters to find water? Tuffy and Taty excitedly said that when entering the inn they had seen several bottles on the counter.
“That’s a superhamster case”, Dodo stated. Suddenly Goldi did no longer feel all the thing. Embarrassed, he sorted his whiskers and stared at the big black cat who had taken seat on one of the other trunks.
“Superhamster, superhamster, superhamster!” the others chorused, while Goldi felt hotter and hotter under his fur.
“Well, do show us that you can do more useful things than munching”, Flecki mocked and the others started their "superhamster"-chorus again.
Goldi scrambled to the edge of the suitcase and peered out. Then he turned round and just wanted to explain that superhamster was going to resign when he slid from the edge and tumbled down with a shrill squeak.
”What a hero!” Taty exclaimed. All hamsters watched big-eyed. Even the cat was irritated for a moment and hesitated but then she attacked. That short moment of irritation Goldi had used to escape onto the counter. It was slippery there and he had difficulties to keep his balance. With a mighty jump the cat followed, landed in front of him, but slipped, passed him like a missile down the counter right into the whisky bottles. There was a lot of clinking, then the cat lay in a whisky puddle..
“Olé!” it sounded from the suitcase. Infuriated, the cat took a new run-up, but Goldi dodged way, and she again slithered over the counter, while another “Olé!” came from the suitcase. This time she banged into a bottle of cider which burst to pieces. The background hamsters gave another cheerful “Olé!” With trembling whiskers Goldi waited for the next attack, but his enemy seemed to be a little giddy. The confidence of victory had given way to irritation, added by first signs of drunkenness. However, the hunting instinct was still alive and the cat made for her prey with a hiss. The prey, however, had no mind to be caught and fled through an open flap into the kitchen.
“Superhamster, get her down!” it sounded from the trunk, while loud clattering in the kitchen announced the arrival of the cat. Goldi had reached the back edge of a bucket with liquid soap and saw some big, black monster flying towards him. He was paralyzed with shock, but the jump was too short, there was a splash and bucket with attacker toppled over. While the little hamster escaped to the sink, behind him was an enemy who now faced a new problem and hardly could stand on his legs. Blind with rage, the cat watched the hamster climbing up a towel. Followed a big jump, Goldi squeaked and saw how right beside him the cat banged her head at the tiled wall and fell down into the sink unconsciously.
“Off the mark, off the mark, the cat’s always off the mark!” Goldi sang and saw himself as the victor. Then he lifted his head an sniffed. A nice smell, a very nice smell indeed. He ran to the stove and took a look. The nice smell came from several pots. The hamster jumped onto a small pot and onto the edge of a bigger one. This was the fulfilment of all his dreams: one big pot full of vegetables for him alone! Greedily he shovelled one paw after the other into his mouth when suddenly it got dark above him. In the next instant the cat passed him closely and landed in the hot vegetable broth. Frightened, Goldi jumped down, scrambled over the sink and fled through the flap. Then he saw that he got back into the trunk where his friends welcomed him with cheers. Lord McShredder and his butler had noticed the noise in the adjoining kitchen. They of course had no idea that the hamsters had anything to do with it. His Lordship paid the bill, while McClown pushed the wheelchair with the suitcases towards the door of the inn. While he waited at the door, McShredder discovered something. A big, black cat was lying in the corner with glassy eyes, licking her dirty fur. Milord shook his head and called the landlord:
“Landlord, you really should allow this poor cat some fresh air and a little bit action, you know!” Then he followed his butler and they continued their journey..