The Story
The Cat Who Wanted the Moon.
There was once a little gray cat who lived on a farm and loved the night more than the day. Every evening she climbed to the roof of the barn to watch the moon come up.
Some nights the moon was round as a plate of cream. But one night it rose thin and curved, like a silver cradle tipped on its side, open to the east.
"Oh, the moon has been nibbled!" cried the cat. "Who could have eaten it?" She ran to ask the cow, who only chewed. She ran to ask the crow, who only cawed.
At last she asked the old owl, who said, "The moon is not eaten, little cat. She is curling up to rest. Watch, and she will grow round again." And night by night the cat watched, and so she did.
But the cat always loved the curved moon best, the moon that curled like a sleeping cat herself. She would curl up beneath it on the barn roof, and the two of them made the same shape in the night.