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Pets and Brats

Cats aren't little sweeties, when they catch butterflies flying low on dogwood trees. Mary and James chase after them stepping on flowers, and falling down in their haste. Mother and dad come out, and start to yell to call them back, and they still run past the hut. Dogs bark at frogs with an unsteady leap, when they stare at their puppies huddled in their deep sleep. Spring, summer and fall are true delights in the North, where the weather is never too dull. Every afternoon, Jim and Derick climb the fir thirty feet tall, they stop halfway and vomit. Dogs and cats quarrel and get wild, kids gather around to support their team, betting nickles on this harmless fight. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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