Tom's whiskers twitched as he opened his eyes and forced himself to sit up in bed. A yawn escaped his lips
and he carried his gaze over to the window, realizing how high the sun lay in the sky and how late he was. Throwing himself out of bed and onto the floor he scrambled for the clothes which lay strewn around the floor of his small room. Nothing special. It was only a new mayor after all, and he was already late.
He searched through his cupboards, there was nothing in the house to eat, not even a bone in the bin.
I really should have gone fishing yesterday, he thought to himself and a low rumble in his stomach agreed. The fact that he was late really didn't speed him up much as he dragged one leg in-front of the other through his door and into the shining sun. It was a fairly hot day, which just made him feel even lazier.
It seemed most of the villagers had arrived in town already already, but the new mayor wasn't there yet.
Well, really, I'm not late then.... He thought, joining the congregation.