The Small Stone
Is any ripple of water greater than another? Even a small stone makes a swell in the water It is not I that should ponder its rings and route But thank God that the stone has been cast out. - CKSharpe
The Cat That Could Not Nap
Dolly pounced on the baked cherry pie sitting on the table. Splat! The crust crumbled as cherries popped to the ceiling and stuck. Red, sticky goo ran across the table and onto the floor. When Dolly was sleepy, she got messy. And she let everyone at Cherry Tree Farm know when she was tired.
“Meow-w,” she said as she pounced again. She arched her furry back as ten-year-old Jayla ran into the room.
“Stop it!” Jayla wagged her finger as she reached for her cat. “Mother won’t like this one bit!”
But it was too late for Jayla, as a cherry fell from the ceiling and splattered on top of her head.
Jayla grabbed a towel to wipe the cherries from her hair. “Isn’t there anything safe from your paws?” she asked.
Dolly could tell she was in trouble. She twitched her tail, then jumped from the table.
“I know what I’ll do,” she meowed. “I’ll hide in the washroom.”
Dolly ran to the washroom. Whew! Did Jayla follow me? She peeked around the door. Oh, no! She saw a trail of red paw prints that led to her.
“Meow-w.” Dolly’s eyes widened! Did Jayla hear her meow?
She pulled a pair of socks from the clothes dryer. Quick as a wink, she wiped the sticky goo off her paws and hid the sock behind the dryer.
Dolly started to hide the other sock, but Jayla must have heard her angry meow. Jayla walked in and pulled the dirty sock from behind the dryer. She dangled it in front of Dolly’s face.
“So, it’s you who makes socks disappear?”
