Once upon a time, there was a cat. His name was Hubert, and he liked mustard. Whenever his owner, Herbert, came home from the store, Hubert would run and peer into the grocery bags, looking for a morsel of mustard. Almost always, there were a few little packets of mustard for him. He tore these open with his teeth, and licked out the creamy, tangy, mustard.
One day, his owner returned home from the store. Hubert ran into the kitchen, looking for his mustard. But there wasn’t any. He looked in the cabinets, in the shelves, and even in the refrigerator. But still, he couldn’t see any mustard. Wondering what was going on, he ran over to his owner, meowing frantically. However, his owner paid no heed to this and went upstairs.
Hubert was shocked. His owner forgot his mustard! “I don’t know how I’ll survive without my mustard!” moaned Hubert. With this in mind, he headed out the door, searching for some mustard. He was always crazy if he didn’t get his two packets of mustard.
Slowly walking down the cobblestone path, Hubert stopped. “Should I really do this?” he thought. “Wait a minute!” he exclaimed. “I’m crazy without my mustard. I shouldn’t listen to crazy me!” He began a faster pace, turning into the intersection leading to the highway.
After a half hour of walking, Hubert paused. He was lost. Hopelessly, hopelessly, lost. He was about to think another thought, but a fierce snarling noise brought him back into reality. Poking his head up, he saw something that almost made his heart stop. It was a big German Shepherd that seemed it wanted to eat him. Hubert spun around and ran.
The pitter-patter of Hubert’s paws echoed through the streets, but the dog was still behind him. Taking a fast turn, he heard the dog do the same. This time, he’d have to stop being a pacifist and fight. When the dog was almost up to him, Hubert spun around and hissed, letting his claws out. The dog stopped instantly, turned the other way, and ran.
As Hubert kept walking, he realized that he had ended up right at the steps to his house. Shrugging, he entered the little kitty door. SMACK! His face had collided into something. It was a big jar, full of little, yummy packets of mustard.