Fussy Flora was a striped kitten that lived with her brothers, sisters, mama cat and Papa cat on a farm and they had the whole barn to themselves.
It was warm soft and dry in the hay and they loved napping in the soft piles of dried grass. They gave the fat rats a chase now and then, but they didn’t really want to catch them because the kitty kids played with the rat kids at night and they had fun jumping, rolling and romping.
Papa Cat liked to stop off at the river sometimes when he got off work at the Purr Purr Mill and catch a big fat fish for his wife Pitty Pat and the family, but Flora was a fussy feline and one evening she said,
‘Fish fish, fish, I don’t want fish I want something else to eat.’ Her brothers and sisters said nothing and stared at her laughing and ate their fish, ‘yum yum, yum, we love fresh fish.’
Her mother said, 'There are starving kitties in China who would love to eat your fish, Flora.'
She didn’t care about China and Flora told her mama and papa kitty she wasn’t going to eat fish and went for a walk.
Not too far her mama Cat told her.
So off Flora went. First, she stopped at The Redbird house and knocked. Hello is anyone home?
Mr. Redbird came to the door and said Come on in Flora we have some nice fat red worms for supper, and you are welcome to stay and eat with us. Oh no, wiggling worms she thought but not wanting to upset Mr. Redbird she said, ‘I have had supper already but thank you for the invitation,’ she waved goodbye and skipped down the lane.
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Charlie was born in February on a winter’s day to his mom Kiki Niki a Chi and his dad Scooter II a Chihuahua. His mother had scruffy fluffy hair and she was blonde with a curled-up tail.
His daddy dog was brown with a curled-up tail like his wife Kiki. They were small dogs and very fit they because they exercised a lot chasing cats and each weighed about 6 pounds. Scooter liked to sit on his owner’s lap, but Kiki liked lots of noise, hopped and barked all the time. She acted like she was 50 lbs. though and yapped and yapped, in her high voice.
They were the Ruff Ruff Family, they lived on 113 Puppy Lane, Bow Wow Street in Dogville with 4 puppies of their very own.
Charlie was small and he had 2 brothers and a sister, and they were all brown like the daddy dog, but Charlie, looked different from all of them. He had long hair like mama dog, but hers was pretty and wavy and his was wispy like a horse’s tail and looked like the wind just blew through it. And a gray stripe down his back. But his colors were not like Kiki’s or Scooters.
He didn’t really look like his mama or daddy dog.
He was grayish-brown with tan markings on his face over his eyebrows, on his chest and his legs had tan on them like socks.
The puppies got bigger and nosier, some got lighter and others darker, but Charlie's colors never changed, and his hair got scruffier and fluffier. Little whiskers sprouted out from the sides of his nose, on his chin, mouth and he had eyes like little twinkling shiny stars.
His brothers and sister teased him calling him names like Fliffy Fluffy and Scruffy Nuffy. It sure made Charlie mad and hurt his feelings but what could he do? He didn’t look like them and he was funny colored. So, he didn’t play with them at all and stayed is his dog room.
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Charlie was born in February on a winter’s day to his mom Kiki Niki a Chi and his dad Scooter II a Chihuahua. His mother had scruffy fluffy hair and she was blonde with a curled-up tail.
His daddy dog was brown with a curled-up tail like his wife Kiki. They were small dogs and very fit they because they exercised a lot chasing cats and each weighed about 6 pounds. Scooter liked to sit on his owner’s lap, but Kiki liked lots of noise, hopped and barked all the time. She acted like she was 50 lbs. though and yapped and yapped, in her high voice.
They were the Ruff Ruff Family, they lived on 113 Puppy Lane, Bow Wow Street in Dogville with 4 puppies of their very own.
Charlie was small and he had 2 brothers and a sister, and they were all brown like the daddy dog, but Charlie, looked different from all of them. He had long hair like mama dog, but hers was pretty and wavy and his was wispy like a horse’s tail and looked like the wind just blew through it. And a gray stripe down his back. But his colors were not like Kiki’s or Scooters.
He didn’t really look like his mama or daddy dog.
He was grayish-brown with tan markings on his face over his eyebrows, on his chest and his legs had tan on them like socks.
The puppies got bigger and nosier, some got lighter and others darker, but Charlie's colors never changed, and his hair got scruffier and fluffier. Little whiskers sprouted out from the sides of his nose, on his chin, mouth and he had eyes like little twinkling shiny stars.
His brothers and sister teased him calling him names like Fliffy Fluffy and Scruffy Nuffy. It sure made Charlie mad and hurt his feelings but what could he do? He didn’t look like them and he was funny colored. So, he didn’t play with them at all and stayed is his dog room.
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Fussy Flora was a striped kitten that lived with her brothers, sisters, mama cat and Papa cat on a farm and they had the whole barn to themselves.
It was warm soft and dry in the hay and they loved napping in the soft piles of dried grass. They gave the fat rats a chase now and then, but they didn’t really want to catch them because the kitty kids played with the rat kids at night and they had fun jumping, rolling and romping.
Papa Cat liked to stop off at the river sometimes when he got off work at the Purr Purr Mill and catch a big fat fish for his wife Pitty Pat and the family, but Flora was a fussy feline and one evening she said,
‘Fish fish, fish, I don’t want fish I want something else to eat.’ Her brothers and sisters said nothing and stared at her laughing and ate their fish, ‘yum yum, yum, we love fresh fish.’
Her mother said, 'There are starving kitties in China who would love to eat your fish, Flora.'
She didn’t care about China and Flora told her mama and papa kitty she wasn’t going to eat fish and went for a walk.
Not too far her mama Cat told her.
So off Flora went. First, she stopped at The Redbird house and knocked. Hello is anyone home?
Mr. Redbird came to the door and said Come on in Flora we have some nice fat red worms for supper, and you are welcome to stay and eat with us. Oh no, wiggling worms she thought but not wanting to upset Mr. Redbird she said, ‘I have had supper already but thank you for the invitation,’ she waved goodbye and skipped down the lane.
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