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Mr. Diddles’
Deed
Grandpa
and I barbecued fish last week
on the
back porch at his house.
Mr. Diddles,
his cat, came in from the field
And presented
me with a dead mouse.
Ewww!
I screamed
and hollered at poor Mr. Diddles
for his
cruel and disgusting deed.
I glared
at the cat and stomped my foot hard
Making
him bolt with lightning speed
Sigh…
Grandpa
swept the dead mouse off the porch
And handed
me my fish steak.
It smelled
so good, and though I was hungry
My hands
began to shake.
Wince.
I considered
Mr. Diddles and what he had done…
And what
he left at my feet.
And concluded
that I was too harsh on the cat.
He can’t
help craving meat.
Aha!
I coaxed
Mr. Diddles out of some straw.
I apologized
for being a clod.
I stroked
his fur gently, he nuzzled my face
And devoured my gift of cod.
