Dick Whittington....The Real Story.........
The real story is much more complicated. Dick is not a poor boy but, due to some problems with moneylenders, his father bankrupted and soon afterwards, died of fever. And fourteen-year-old Dick was left alone. Dick had been educated so he knew what to do, with his last money, Dick paid to enter the service of a cat (humans crudely put this as “bought a cat”). At the same time he became a cook’s assistant. And thus he lived and worked for quite some time. Then, one day a captain of a ship asked the cat whether he would like to go sailing, as they had a vacancy of a rodent controller on the ship. The cat agreed. Dick was sad to have the cat depart but the cat reassured him. And so the cat, which I have to call ‘the cat’ because his real name is lost to history, sailed off on the trip that would make Dick’s fortune. The cat didn’t return. It presented its services as rat-catcher to the Moorish king, whose court was overrun by rodents, and sent his big salary back to Dick. Dick became rich and was appointed Mayor of London.
Moral: If you don’t serve a cat you’ll never succeed (or something like this anyway)
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