My pic for celebrating the first ever An American Tail Day of Honest John the mouse performing tricks and stunts at a fundraising event for a local orphanage.

Draco sits on the bleachers along with all the families at the event, under a giant tarp tent. A woman just finished a French Poodle ballet. "John's gonna be up now." Saying to himself. Then the event host steps out with a mic in his hand.

"Well that was an interesting dog show there. Next up is a three part act, he's a tall mouse who's loving, caring and works as a part time private eye. Please give a warm welcome to, Honest John!" The host steps off to the side as Honest John joyfully walks out into the ring, only a few people applauded including Draco.

"What, no Mickey?" A spoiled boy yells, making the crowd laugh out loud. Draco turns to the direction and the said boys is sitting behind him.

"Wise guy huh, let's see if he likes this." Draco lets one rip, silent but deadly. The people around him start coughing and gaging, including the spoiled boy.

"Now now folks, first I shall ask one of these truly delightful orphans here which famous president of the united states of America I'll quote while at the same time do push-ups." Gesturing to the section with the young little orphans seated nearby. They're eagerly waving their hands up in the air hoping for the fat mouse would pick them. "There, the young red head in the middle."

"Abraham Lincoln!" She exclaimed.

"Excellent, one of me faves." Honest John stands with his hands behind his back and clears his throat. "Seven years-," Falling forward and catching himself with his arms planted straight out in front of him. This causes the crowd to gasp and applaud in the sweet stunt. After the stop clapping, the mouse continues with his act of push-ups and speech. "And four score, our fathers brought forth upon this continent, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal." Puts one arm behind his back as he push-ups with the other. "Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this." Switches the arms around and continues. "But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate - we can not consecrate - we can not hallow - this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us - that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion - that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain - that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom - and that government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth." With both hands, HJ pushes himself up onto his feel and kneels with his arms out. The crowd applauds and cries out in joy. Bowing down with his hat off in response, HJ puts his hat back on and gestures them to calm down. "Alright, alright. Next, I shall walk on both hands while singing, I Can't Dance."

"Oh boy John, don't over do it and hurt yourself." Draco quietly says. HJ stands on his hands and sings, walking around the ring. The whole time Draco stresses about his dear friend hurting himself by accident. Watching and praying that the middle aged mouse remain intact. The song ends and HJ gets on his feet, kneeling in the same pose as before. The crowd roars again, Draco however sighs in relief. "Thank God, hope his final act isn't as dangerous."

"And now for the finale! I shall place a Baby Bel cheese roll on the top of my head, standing against a target while blindfolded as an archer shoots the said wheel off my head. And that archer is none other me good friend Draco!" Honest John points out to the crowd as a spot light shines at Draco. Draco sits there, wide eyed in horror by this. "Come now my boy." Honest John gestures him, Draco walks out still stiff. Volunteers bring in the target, cheese wheel, bow and arrow.

"B-b-but John I-." Draco nervously tries telling his friend, but gets interrupted by a volunteer as they hand him the bow and arrow. They're the standard youth target set with a target point on the arrow.

"Don't worry Draco, I've got complete confidence in you." Winking, Honest stands against the target. Taking his hat off and standing the cheese wheel on his head. One volunteer brings Draco back to thirty feet away from HJ as the other blindfolds the mouse. Drums roll as the volunteers walk off, leaving the derg alone armed with the bow and arrow. Draco shivers nervously as sweat pours down his head. Readying himself, Draco pulls back the bowstring and tries aiming. All he can think about is the consequences of missing, since he's never fired an arrow that precise before. Suddenly the arrow's released, flying through the air and direct hit on the wheel as it drops to the ground. The crowd cries in joy and applauds, Honest John takes his blindfold off and bows. Draco however faints, collapsing to the ground. HJ runs up, puts his hat on and picks up his friend. He continues bowing with the fainted Draco in his arm.


Speech by Abraham Lincoln in Gettysburg.

Draco belongs to me.

Honest John belongs to Universal Studios.

Happy An American Tail Day Everyone!