Sweetie the cat, who is very fat,
lives in a house
with her best friend - a mouse.
Cats and mice, though both very nice
don’t usually roam
in the very same home.
(A fun sample)
It isn’t my fault. It really isn’t! Somebody must have set me up to get me into trouble.
Those goats were locked in. I am telling the truth. I closed both slide bars on the bottom door. I even shut the top door on their pen and put the industrial-strength hook through the extra-strong steel eye before I left. There is no way they could have gotten out on their own.
Aunt Liz is yelling at me so loud I can’t get a word in to defend myself.
My cousin Josh is sitting in the corner right now snickering behind his hand Maybe he did it, maybe not. I can’t just go around accusing people of letting out the goats that trampled my aunt’s garden, knocked over the clothesline and ate her new spring coat (which was hanging on that clothesline). I have no proof of anything.
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