The Owl and the Pussy Cat
The cat jumped in the window to see nothing at first but blowing snow. He let out a growl. Staring back at him was an owl, Sitting on a…
The cat jumped in the window
to see nothing at first but blowing snow.
He let out a growl.
Staring back at him was an owl,
Sitting on a tree branch holding on for dear life in the blow.
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