"DUH!" exclaimed the publicist.
So now I give you a tale in three parts: Harry and the Mousie.
It gets a bit graphic in places - so if you are squeamish about mousies you might not want to look at all the photos.
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| "I am FIERCE", meows Harry |
Once upon a barn there was a fierce Farm cat.
His name was Harry.
Harry the Farm cat.
He would sit in the barn all day long hunting for mousies.
If anyone disturbed him he would make it known that he was busy.
"Quiet!," meowed Harry. "I'm huntin' mousie!"
He would go from one end of the barn to the other looking for mousie.
He would look high
He would look low
Right!
WAIT! He hears something! Is it a mousie?
He runs into a pen to check.
He is nothing if not thorough!
He will sit and wait until he gets his mousie!
So, did he find what he was looking for?
DID Harry the Farm cat get his mousie?
You will have to come back tomorrow to find out!
Bwamaaaaahahahaha!
