I knew it was going to be an unusual day when I saw my millipede, George, tap dancing. I knew it was going to be an unusual day when I saw my cat, Foxy, jumping up and down in the chimney with a Santa Claus hat on. Why are all these things happening? Why is out hamster, Plumpy, tobogganing? Why is my cat, Trilby, cooking breakfast down stairs? I don’t know. I think I’ll go flying and think about it.
Anna C. Borger