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The Little Black
Cat
Once upon a time there was a little black cat. The cat lived with the
Jones family. One day Mr and Mrs Jones decided it was time to move to a
bigger house, because their two children, John and Mary, needed rooms of
their own.
When the day of the move came the little black cat was always getting in
the way of the movers so he decided to go out and play one last time at
the bottom of the garden. He was having so much fun playing down there
that he lost track of time, and when he came back to the house it was
empty.
He waited there on the doorstep for a very long time hoping that Mr and
Mrs Jones would come back for him, but they never did. The sun was
beginning to set and it was getting cold, so he decided to go and look for
his family. He walked for a long time. It had started to rain and there
was thunder and lightning. It had gotten cold and he was very hungry.
The little cat came to a house with a white door. His old home had a white
door so he started meowing to get in. After a few minutes a little girl
opened the door to the cat. She said she was sorry that she could not let
him in as she had a goldfish and she didn’t want him to eat it.
So the little cat went on his way. He walked a bit further then tried
another house that had a blue door, as Mr Jones liked blue and always wore
blue sweaters.
Once again he started meowing to get in. After a few minutes a little boy
opened the door and said, “Sorry little cat, you can’t come in here. I’ve
got a very big dog and he would eat you!”
So the little cat went on his way again. He walked a bit further, and then
tried another house that had a brown door, as John and Mary’s grandma’s
house had a brown door. He tried meowing again; an old lady answered the
door. “Oh you poor thing!” she said. “I’m sorry I can’t let you in. I have
a little bird and you will eat it. I know you must be cold and hungry, but
I still can’t let you in!”
So away he went again. He turned a corner and came across a house with a
red door. Mrs Jones loved red – she had always worn red lipstick.
Once again he started meowing to get in. After a few minutes the door
opened and to his surprise and delight there stood Mrs Jones. “I’ve been
worried about you she said – you’re all wet and cold. You must also be
very hungry so come on inside. Sit by the fire to dry off and get warm,
while I fix you a nice saucer of hot milk and some left over chicken.”
The little cat was so happy to find his new home. After his dinner he fell
asleep by the fire, but before falling asleep he promised himself he’d
never play at the bottom of the garden ever again!
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Webmaster replies
Margaret, I read the other story (The
Life of Thumper) you submitted to the web site and this one is just as
engaging.
You really do have a knack for a good
story. Keep on doing this and you'll have enough for your own
book!
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