The cricket, Chester who used to live in the country in Connecticut, accidently came to Times Square in New York. What happened to him? A very interesting, warm and touching story reminds me the song of “New York New York” and old memories.
Some excerpts from the book
“I thought cats and mice were enemies.”
“In the country, maybe, But in New York we gave up those old habits long ago.” (P28)
“And as always in New York, when a little crowd formed, more people came just to see what the other were looking at. Bees do that, and so do human beings.”
“So by Thursday Chester cricket was the most famous musician in new York City. But now there is a strange thing: he wasn’t really happy-not the way he used to be. Life didn’t seem to have fun and freedom it had had before.” (P124)
“I almost wish he hadn’t come to New York-if he isn’t going to be happy here.” (P133)
“What good is it to be famous if it only makes you unhappy?” (p134)
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