Stinky
by S.T.
Stinky stretched out along the floor and yawned for all he
was worth. He leapt to his left then to his right, scratching with crazy
abandon, like a madman possessed, his little feet thumping the ground like a
rotor blade as it hits its mark.
Diving for the corner of the room he backed up on the
newspaper to complete his early morning business. Another stretch, then,
dragging his rear across the floor, he headed for the kitchen and breakfast.
Just as he reached for the ice water bowl - *Bamm*! He was
ambushed from the side.
Skinket leaped on him; knocking him down and over. Diving
around in a wild weasel war dance he attacked back in a frenzied movement of
pouncing and biting. Retreating from his power, Stinket returned to the bowl
and they drank together.
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