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Year after year since Old Tom is remembered with a fish feast the night before Christmas Eve.

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Every year people light lights in their windows and harbour walls and have a party to remember Tom and Mowzer.

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Tom and Mowzer ate the delicious food (fish) and thought about their adventurous day.

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As he warmed his paws and dried off from their adventure at sea, Mowzer watched from his blanket as Tom prepared the delicious fish supper for them both.

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When they returned to Mousehole, Mowzer wanted his fish dinner. He curled up on his old blanket by the fire.

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Eventually they saw lights shining brightly along the harbour wall's which lead them safely back into Mousehole.

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Mowzer started to purr happily which soothed the storm-cat who was confused, and liked the sound. The waves became calmer and let Tom and Mowzer back to the harbour safely.

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Now Tom and Mowzer had to navigate their way back to Mousehole harbour through the crashing waves.

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Tom caught several fish for family and friends to eat for dinner.

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Storm cat was soothed for a moment by Mowzer's sweet song and Tom cast his nets into the stormy sea.

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Fishing was hard work, crashing around on the deep blue sea. Mowzer sang a song so that the storm would get calmer. Tom fished and blocked his ears with his hands so that he didn’t hear Mowzer’s loud singing.

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Tom decided he was going to go out fishing because he didn't have a wife and his parents were dead so there was no-one to worry about him except Mowzer. So Mowzer decided to go out with Tom.

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The Storm Cat came. He was very big and very angry with big claws.  The sky turned to grey and waves were crashing against Mousehole and the harbour, which prevented the boats leaving to fish the waters for food.

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The wind came in and the cat's fur blew and stood up on end.

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Noisily, the creaky old gate opened in the strong wind.

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It was a beautiful day, there was a blue sky with white clouds popping in the way. The black and white cat, was staring at Tom, his ouner whilst he mended a fishing net.

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Quietly the cat sat on the coiled rope beside the calm harbour.  Distant fluffy clouds floated by.

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Mowzer was a curious female cat with black and white fur and dazzling green eyes. She lived in a small cottage made from Lamorna granite where she often sat in the window looking at the birds. Her pet was an old man called Tom who had kind blue eyes and a silver beard. Tom never spilled the cream, he knew just the right place to scratch her ear and he often sailed out to sea to catch fish for her star-gazy pie supper.

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There was once a village, named 'Mousehole' - a tiny fishing village in Cornwall where a man called Tom lived with his companion, Mowzer.