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Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "Don't Cut off Your Nose to Spite Your Face" (without using the actual phrase or litera (02/14/08)
TITLE: Misty Needs a New Home
By Sherry Hoffcastel
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I trailed Misty as far as I could but when she climbed up the fence, I simply couldn’t reach her. I had been scolded enough times to know that the flower bed is not the proper place to chase a cat. But I was so angry! I paced back and forth through the dirt while she just sat there on the fence, taunting me with those vicious green eyes. We heard the screen door open at the same time. I stood frozen, not quite sure what to do next. They were coming and I was pretty sure I was going to die.
Misty leapt off the fence and ran toward the house. Oh good, they won’t catch me in the flowers after all. I sprinted after her, trying not to slip in the slick mud. Funny, I didn’t remember it being this cold and uh, wet before. I followed her all the way to the bedroom. I knew she was hiding but where? I caught her scent on the bed but I couldn’t see her. Was she under a pillow? I put my front paws on top of the big thing. Then, umph, I pulled my back legs up behind me and rested for a second. I’m not as young as I used to be, you know. Climbing on furniture just isn’t as easy as I remember. I noticed how soft the bed was. It sure felt good and I never did finish my nap…I rubbed my nose in the clean folds of the pillows. It smelled so good… I noticed an itch behind my left leg…I reached back as far as I could…
Oh no. Footsteps down the hall. My name being called in a half question, half “your- life- is- over- as- soon- as- I- find- you” voice. This human was very angry. I jumped down and hid under the bed, washing the dirt off my face. Maybe if I’m clean she won’t notice that I’d been lying on the bed.
“ELMER! BAD DOG! VERY BAD DOG! OUT!”
Her finger pointed toward the door. I cocked my head and wrinkled my brows. I’d never seen a human that color before. She was standing very stiff as if Misty had attacked her backside as well and I started to feel sorry for her until she grabbed that rolled up newspaper. It was at this point that I understood what she was feeling. Suddenly I was being chased through the house, dodging the newspaper like I never had in my entire life. I ran into the first open room I saw, relishing the sweet feeling of safety. She can’t chase me in here. Wait a minute. Where is she going? Why is she closing the door? It’s dark in here! Bark! Sniff. Sniff. Misty is eating! Why are they feeding the cat? I want some too! I lie down in a huff. I think I’ll take my nap in here from now on.
I have no idea when they’re going to let me out of here and it’s driving me insane! I keep calling for them but they must not hear me. I’m shivering with fear and I just want to get out. Drat that Misty! This is all her fault! If she hadn’t been constantly torturing me none of this would have happened. I could be in where it’s warm right now instead of waiting for them to let me back in. This stinks like something I dug up out of the yard yesterday. Next time, instead of teaching her a lesson I’ll never forget, I’ll let the stupid cat get chased with the rolled up newspaper.
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