There was a crooked man. He bought a crooked cat. They all lived together in a little crooked house. One day,he cooked a crooked fish. His crooked cat could smell it and she shatched it off the dish. The crooked man was angry and he chased his cat outside. He couldn't see her anywhere. The man smelled something fishy. So he followed where it led... into his crooked shed. And there upon a sack... snuggled up against each other... were thirteen hungry kittens...and thier kind but crooked mother.
In this book, a cat come into. It is of little relevance to this story but, I am allergic to cats. So, I want come into dogs. I think I'm going to sneeze any time soon.
Russell Punter London : Usborne, 2009
[133 words]
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