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My Cat Simba


By Jessica Harvey

My cat Simba acts like most cats, most of the time. He runs through the house, plays with toys, tears up the carpets, knocks over stuff. He may seem ordinary, but he knows more than he's telling.

One night, I went downstairs to sleep, since it was Friday. Simba blocked my way, tangled his tail in my legs, was trying to tell me not to sleep down there. I thought he had just got a little high on catnip. I slept on the couch, underneath a window. That night, Mom had forgotten to close the window. See, the screen had a rip in it, making the house vulnerable to bugs. I slept there anyway.

In the morning, I spotted a HUGE emperor scorpion on my leg! I didn't move, because a sting from that could have killed me! Then, Simba to the rescue! He attacked the scorpion and ate it. Then he curled up on my chest and went to sleep. Even today, my brother says he was thinking with his stomach, but I'm not so sure. As I type this, he is sitting on my desk, giving me what could pass, for cats, a wink.

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Our Bird Sunny


by C. Pierce, w.pierce@worldnet.att.net

I have the most beautiful cockatiel. She's yellow and has the most brightest orange cheeks you'll ever see. We got her from my daughter's school. here's the story on how we got Sunny and how she became a part of our family.

My daughter came home from school one day and said there was a new school pet. She said it was a cockatiel whose name was Sunny. Sunny liked the other bird Scooter but Scooter didn't like Sunny and Sunny didn't like people. My daughter said she tried to pick up Sunny, but the bird kept biting and hissing at her. But that didn't stop my Daughter. Memorial weekend was coming up and the school needed some students to take care of the pets until school resumed. My daughter jumped at the chance to take home Sunny.

That Friday I picked up my daughter and the bird. When we got home we opened Sunny's cage to see if she would come out. She wouldn't. All she did was sit there and hiss at us. We just left her alone. When my husband came home, the bird climbed out of her cage and headed toward him. We were astonished! Sunny let my husband pet her.

All that weekend she climbed out of her cage and walked right over to my husband. My daughter and I were kind of jealous. The night before we had to take her back to school, my daughter put her finger in the cage and sunny stepped right on it and started to whistle. We decide we had to keep her. She was part of the family. We asked the school if we could keep Sunny. They said yes. We were all delighted. We let the bird stay at school until summer vacation came.

Sunny has been with us ever since. We love her. She loves my husband. My husband lays down on the couch and Sunny climbs up and cuddles right next to him. She is a wonderful addition to our family.

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Snake Eyes


By John C. Newby, jonbo@inreach.com

(This is a true tale. It happened many years ago. This is how I remember it)

Those eyes were burning a hole in me. I was sweating , I had to pee , I was scared , I wanted to giggle. Not that I thought anything was funny. It was the kids in the back of the room , they were giggling. They knew what I knew and they knew what the teacher didn't know------ there was a green snake around the back of my neck . One end , the tail end was hanging under my shirt on my chest, the other end , the head end was hanging on the other side of my neck on my chest. It too was hidden from view.

When you're in the third grade a snake can mean a lot to a boy. I wanted that snake; I had earned that snake. During the last recess, I'd saved that snake from an untimely death. It had made the mistake of wiggling out of the bushes into a schoolyard of kids. When I arrived on the scene, They were poking it with sticks and throwing rocks at it. These kids just happened to be smaller than me , and a couple of them I'd whipped in fights ----- fights they started. I stepped between them and the snake. I felt sort of like Superman. Nobody tried to stop me.

I had it all planned , first I'd get the snake to my desk, then at noon, I'd find a empty can with a lid and then when school let out take him home and live happily ever after. Things don't always work out the way you want them to.

"Do you have to go to the bathroom ?" The voice behind those piercing eyes asked.

"No ma'am!" I lied. I shuffled on my feet a couple of times , just to maintain control . It was then I felt something , the snake was moving. I looked straight down , toward my belly, without moving my head. Peeking out from between two top shirt buttons was the very green head of my snake. "You seem to be the center of attention at your desk," the voice continued quizzically.

I tried then desperately to maintain eye contact with her. It was my only hope. I wasn't strong enough------ It happened so fast. Those piercing eyes swept downward past my nose, past my lips , and my chin. I looked downward, toward my belly, hoping somehow , someway I would be saved. I looked down , I looked up. I could see the teacher and snake were in eye contact.

The teacher's face was bright red and she was sputtering and she was pointing toward the door. I knew where I had to go-----I'd been there before.

Minutes later with the Principal at my side I released the snake back into the bushes.

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