Exceptional Fraidy Cats Cat Tales : When It Storms at Our house by damommy

Foster is in BLUE Dart is in Green Dilly is in Red PC in Black Blynkin in Purple     Hey, guys.  What are you doing?    We’re hiding from the monster.  Blynkin’s in here, too.   What monster?  What’s wrong with you guys.  It’s just a little storm, that’s all.   Oh, no.  It’s no storm.  It’s a monster.  We heard it roar and then come crashing around.   Sounds like it will be here any minute.   You are too silly.  You’re being ridiculous.  Come out of there now and behave. You’re embarrassing yourselves.  I’m embarrassed for you.   Are you kidding?  And let that thing get us!  No, way, man.  I’m staying right where I am.  It won’t find me here.   I’m never coming out!   You are unbelievable.  Don’t you think if it is a monster it will toss everything around until it finds you?  Monsters have a good sense of smell, maybe even better than ours.  It would find you all right.   So, you think it’s a monster, too.  I knew it.  You were trying to be so smart and brave, and all the time you want us to come out so it will get us instead of you.   There’s nothing to get anyone.  If you’re that scared, come out and sit with damommy.  You know she’d never let anything hurt us.   Damommy’s no match for a monster.  She’s little . . . and old.   Don’t kid yourself.  Damommy’s a match for anything.   Hey, gang.  Damommy’s handing out treats!   Me first.  No, me.  Out of my way.   Well, that’s one way to get them out of there.  The joke’s on them.  There are no treats!  hahahahahah             Recognized Author Notes Foster's the only one who isn't afraid storms.

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