Mocha The Movie

        Once upon a time, there was a cat named Mocha. Mocha roamed the streets of Jalan Putra, meowing. Everyone loved her, but Mocha wasn’t happy. ‘If only Razor didn’t keep following me around, I’d be much happier!’ she thought, unhappily.

        Razor was also a cat. He persistently followed Mocha everywhere she went, earning her exasperation. “For goodness’ sake, Razor, stop following me around!” she said one morning. Razor shook his head and insisted. Although she didn’t want to, Mocha had no choice but to let him come.

        Another problem of hers was Tiger the cat. Tiger was an old cat, possibly as old as your grandparents. Tiger doesn’t like Mocha, and when he spots her, he chases her at top speed down the road! ‘Ugh, silly Tiger,’ thought Mocha, panting a little, for she had been chased by an angry Tiger that afternoon. ‘Why does he hate me so much?’

        One day, Mocha brooded over these thoughts and finally came up with an idea. ‘I shall go to see the Magic Wizard!’ she thought to herself. ‘I shall go to him secretly tonight.’ And, true to her word, Mocha did when everyone was fast asleep. She walked many miles until she finally came to his house.

        “Come in!” called a voice. Mocha opened the door and there stood the Wizard, stirring something in a pot and muttering strange words that were gibberish to a cat like Mocha.

        “What is it?” asked the Wizard, grumpily. Mocha took a good look at him. He was an old man with white hair and a beard the reached down to the floor. His eyes were as sharp as needles and he was wise beyond his years.

        “I have a problem, Wizard,” said Mocha, a little frightened. She hastily told the Wizard everything. He listened intently while stirring something in a pot.

        “For your problem, I will require three things,” the Wizard began in a deep voice. “Firstly, the dead skin of a snake. Secondly, the slime of a slug. And lastly, the web of a spider.” Whilst he was telling all this, Mocha winced. ‘How disgusting!’ she thought, but didn’t say so to the Wizard!

        “Alright,” said Mocha, reluctantly. “I’ll bring you all of those. If I do, will you give me something to fix my problem?” The Wizard nodded solemnly. The cat said goodbye and went on her way.

        ‘Where can I find the dead skin of a snake?’ she wondered. She stopped to ask a hedgehog this.

        “Just follow old Slither the snake,” responded the hedgehog. “He’s shedding at this time of the year. Fancy you not knowing that!”

        “I’m a cat!” retorted Mocha. “Anyway, thanks for your help, Mr Hedgehog. Where can I find Slither?”

        “He normally lies under the hole in that tree over there,” said the hedgehog, jerking its head towards a gigantic tree. “Don’t disturb him too much, though! He might take to his head to bite you or something!”

        “I won’t,” promised Mocha. “I’ll go now.” Mocha made her way to the tree and, much to her delight, there were tons of dead skin lying about!

        ‘What a bit of luck!’ she thought. ‘Look, there’s a piece near the entrance. I’ll just take that and scoot!” But just as she was about to do so, the snake woke up.

        “W-who’s there?” he muttered. When he saw Mocha, his eyes opened wide. “Who are you?” he asked the terrified cat.

        “Mocha,” answered Mocha, eyeing the snake. “Please don’t hurt me!” she begged.

        “Hurt you?” Slither stared at her in surprise. “Why would I want to hurt you? I’m a gentle old snake, I am.”

        Mocha heaved a sigh of relief. “Slither,” she said hesitantly. “May I have one of your dead skins, please?”

        “Whatever for?” asked old Slither, astonished. As quickly as she could, Mocha told him, for the sun was starting to rise.

        “Fine,” said the snake. “I don’t need it anyway.”

        “Oh, thank you!” said Mocha, joyfully. She went away and back to the old Wizard for him to secure the skin before she went home.

        The next night, Mocha went out hunting again, this time for slime from a slug. She spotted a slug, slowing crawling across the ground.

        “Um, hello Mr Slug,” meowed Mocha, timidly. The slug didn’t appear to hear, so Mocha tapped him. The slug turned sharply and spotted the cat. Mocha tried to say something, but the slug stopped her.

        “I’m sorry,” he said, sadly. “I’m deaf, so I can’t hear you.”

        ‘Oh,’ thought Mocha, disappointed. ‘What a pity! Thank goodness he can speak though.’ Mocha pointed to the slug’s slime, and then to the jar beside her. The slug appeared to understand, because he let Mocha take the slime without any fussing.

        “You want my slime, don’t you?” he said in his deep voice, laughing hoarsely watching in amusement as the cat grimaced when scooping up slime. “Well, take it if you want, I shan’t need it anymore.” Mocha did a little dance of thanks and sped away to look for the last ingredient – a spider’s web.

        ‘That shouldn’t be too difficult,’ she thought, walking to a nearby garden. ‘Ah, there’s one!’ Fortunately, no spider needed it anymore, so Mocha took the web and went away in peace.

        “Wizard!” she meowed, bursting into the Wizard’s home. “I’ve gotten all the ingredients!”

        “Ah, perfect!” he said, pleased. “Now, stand back, young one. You don’t want to get affected by the potion, do you?” Mocha, of course, didn’t want that and immediately moved back. The Wizard took the ingredients, slowly emptying them into a pot. He stirred it, chanting something like:

Snake skin, slug slime, spider’s web,

Mix them up as fast as you can!

Turn into goo, turn into red,

Turn into potion for catty’s friend!

        Mocha shuddered as the Wizard emptied some liquid into a bottle. It had a reddish, greenish look, almost like mud.

        “Oh, thank you, Wizard!” cried Mocha. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” 

        "Now, listen carefully," said the Wizard, sternly. "Put only a drop - a drop, mind you - into their food. Understand? You don't want to know the consequences if you pour in more."

        Unfortunately, Mocha was so ecstatic that she barely heard the Wizard as she joyfully sped home. ‘I’ll activate it tomorrow,’ she thought, and went to sleep.

        Early the next morning, when Tiger’s and Razor’s food were out, Mocha quietly put some of the potion into their food. But alas! She put half the bottle in each, and didn’t even realize! So when Razor and Tiger ate their food, they went chaotic! They zoomed everywhere, destroying and eating other’s food.

        “Oh no!” cried Mocha after having her breakfast snatched away. “I’d better get the Wizard!” In a short time, the Wizard was there, again chanting magic words:

Potion, potion, wear off now!

Potion, potion, free them now!

Magic potion stop, stop, stop!

        Immediately, the two cats stopped destroying everything and flopped on the ground, completely exhausted. “I’ll never do this again!” sobbed Mocha. “Never!”

        “Don’t worry, young Mocha,” comforted the Wizard, anger ebbing when he saw her miserable face. “Everything is all right now!”