By Cath Barton
The other players used to tease Jed about his interest in astrology.
“Hey boyo,” said Martin, the first trombonist, “It’s full moon on Tuesday, you’d better watch out!”
Jed tried to ignore their jibes, but they did hurt him. Martin and the others might be sensitive musicians, but they weren’t sensitive to his sensibilities.
Harold lifted his baton and they all sprang to attention.
“Ladies and gentleman, can we please have it at the dynamics marked, and not fortissimo throughout!”
Jed cheered inwardly. How he would have liked to have poked his bow into Fenella Footeleewhatsits’ ribs to make her pipe – or rather bow – down a bit.
Then they were off playing and Jed forgot everything but the soaring of the lark into the clear morning air and the rabbits frisking in the dawn dew.
At the end of the rehearsal Harold gave them a grudging
“Not too bad ladies and gentlemen. We may get away with it if Lady Luck smiles upon us.”
Jed wanted to do more than get away with it, but the performance was the following Tuesday and it was indeed going to be a full moon, which certainly encouraged people’s wilder tendencies, like it or not. He would not have admitted it to Martin and any of his cronies, but Jed treated the full moon with considerable respect.
On the morning of the Tuesday Jed carried out his usual preparations before a concert. Brushed his teeth, ironed his shirt, polished his shoes, twirled three times and did his little dance in front of the mirror. Then he looked in the kitchen cupboard. He looked and he looked but he couldn’t find what he was looking for. Namely, a tin of olives. And not just any olives. Olives stuffed with garlic.
Jed always ate olives stuffed with garlic before a concert. And for a concert on the night of the full moon this was particularly crucial. They were essential to keep him, as it were, in the right frame of mind. The right frame altogether, come to that.
Jed went to the shops. But could he find olives? He could not. This was turning into a full-scale disaster. And fast! He could already feel his ears twitching. If he didn’t get the olives in the next three hours the inevitable would overtake him.
Down he went to the further supermarket across the river. Fortunately the onset of the change worked in his favour, giving him added speed. He fairly bounded across the meadows. But he had to be careful – pulled down his hat and pulled up his coat collar so no-one would see anything untoward.
Then he heard something which made him freeze in his tracks.
“Dad, Dad, that man’s got a tail!”
Jed didn’t turn round, just started running, across the road in two bounds, up the steps in a single jump and into the toilets behind the supermarket, where he re-arranged himself.
There were olives stuffed with garlic in that supermarket, but Jed had not got them soon enough. Harold was furious at his turning up for the concert in a bunny suit. Sacked him on the spot. Martin and his cronies had a good laugh, Jed got a job pushing trolleys around at the supermarket and does kids’ parties at full moon. Actually things are looking up for him – the giant rabbit who plays the violin has just got through his audition for Britain’s Got Talent, so Jed might have the last laugh yet.