The Black Paw

by Heather Vogel Frederick

  Bunsen pulled her close again and began to hum along to the music once more. Glory's face wore a thoughtful expression as they spun into a slow waltz. Across the room, Gingersnap Goldenleaf watched as the two of them dipped and twirled. She smiled and squeezed her husband's paw. B-Nut grinned and waved from the stage. Julius regarded the young couple pensively, stroking his whiskers. And the sequinned tennis ball that hung from the ceiling above cast a shower of sparkling light over them all as the two mice danced off across the ballroom floor.