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"Have you seen Colin? He’s walking
around with a skirt on. It’s so funny. Hee hee hee," giggled Amanda.
"He’s wearing a skirt?" Cindy asked.
"It’s plaid. It’s white with green,
red and yellow stripes in it. Since when do boys wear skirts?" Amanda
chuckled.
"Shhhh. There he is now. Oh Colin,
that’s a cute skirt you’re wearing," Cindy said.
Colin ran over to them. His long
tail poked out of the back of the skirt. "Why aren’t you two off nibbling
on some cheese or something?"
"We’ve been discussing your skirt,"
Amanda said.
"It’s not a skirt. I’d think girl
mice like yourself would know what a kilt is," Colin sneered.
"A kilt? What’s that?" Cindy asked.
"You both know I’m a Scottish mouse.
My great grandfather Angus McMouse came over on a ship from Scotland.
Today is Tartan Day," Colin explained.
"Tartan day? What is tartan?" Amanda
questioned.
"Tartan is what you call plaid. Long
ago, our highland ancestors wore kilts, or skirts as you say, to show what
clan they belonged to. A clan is a group or a family, so to speak. Tartan
Day is a celebration in America where we honor our Scots heritage," Colin
answered.
"My grandma came over from Ireland,
but I think my great grandfather Jamie McSqueal came from Scotland. That
would mean I could celebrate Tartan Day too. This is exciting," Amanda
smiled.
"All you need is a kilt," Colin
said.
"What about me? I don’t think I am
Scottish but I want to wear a kilt too," Cindy pouted.
"Let’s go to my house. I’ve got one
for each of you to wear today and then you can come to the celebrations
with me. We’ll have a grand old time at the Tartan Day festivities," Colin
said.
The three mice spent the day in
their kilts, watching the Tartan Day parade and nibbling on meat pies,
sausage rolls, haggis, shortbread and clootie dumplings. It was the best
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