My mother was the most celebrated Catherine Wheel of her day , and was renowned for her graceful dancing . When she made her great public appearance she spun round nineteen times before she went out , and each time that she did so she threw into the air seven pink stars . She was three feet and a half in diameter , and made of the very best gunpowder . My father was a Rocket like myself , and of French extraction . He flew so high that the people were afraid that he would never come down again . He did , though , for he was of a kindly disposition , and he made a most brilliant descent in a shower of golden rain . The newspapers wrote about his performance in very flattering terms . Indeed , the Court Gazette called him a triumph of Pylotechnic art . '' `` Pyrotechnic , Pyrotechnic , you mean , '' said a Bengal Light ; `` I know it is Pyrotechnic , for I saw it written on my own canister . '' `` Well , I said Pylotechnic , '' answered the Rocket , in a severe tone of voice , and the Bengal Light felt so crushed that he began at once to bully the little squibs , in order to show that he was still a person of some importance . `` I was saying , '' continued the Rocket , `` I was saying -- What was I saying ? '' `` You were talking about yourself , '' replied the Roman Candle . `` Of course ; I knew I was discussing some interesting subject when I was so rudely interrupted . I hate rudeness and bad manners of every kind , for I am extremely sensitive . No one in the whole world is so sensitive as I am , I am quite sure of that . '' `` What is a sensitive person ? '' said the Cracker to the Roman Candle . `` A person who , because he has corns himself , always treads on other people 's toes , '' answered the Roman Candle in a low whisper ; and the Cracker nearly exploded with laughter . `` Pray , what are you laughing at ? '' inquired the Rocket ; `` I am not laughing . ''
`` I am laughing because I am happy , '' replied the XXXXX .
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