"Have you seen Colin? Heís walking
around with a skirt on. Itís so funny. Hee hee hee," giggled Amanda.
"Heís wearing a skirt?" Cindy asked.
"Itís plaid. Itís white with green,
red and yellow stripes in it. Since when do boys wear skirts?" Amanda
"Shhhh. There he is now. Oh Colin,
thatís a cute skirt youíre wearing," Cindy said.
Colin ran over to them. His long
tail poked out of the back of the skirt. "Why arenít you two off nibbling
on some cheese or something?"
"Weíve been discussing your skirt,"
"Itís not a skirt. Iíd think girl
mice like yourself would know what a kilt is," Colin sneered.
"A kilt? Whatís that?" Cindy asked.
"You both know Iím 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
"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
"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
"All you need is a kilt," Colin
"What about me? I donít think I am
Scottish but I want to wear a kilt too," Cindy pouted.
"Letís go to my house. Iíve got one
for each of you to wear today and then you can come to the celebrations
with me. Weíll have a grand old time at the Tartan Day festivities," Colin
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
April 6th that theyíd ever had.